Max. We’ve gotta talk.

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why do i feel like i would rather run away-

You want to –? Max, I’m not going to hurt you. But I do have something very serious to discuss with you.

Where are you getting the alcohol, Max?

*he glanced away, holding his arm tightly* nowhere..

Max… please. I’m trying to look out for you. I want you to be safe and I want to help you make good decisions.

*he holds his breath before replying* i-i’ve been stealing it..

*is silent for a second.* Oh, Max…

*he just quietly looks at the ground*

*sighs* Let’s… let’s go get it then. And dump it.

*he nods slightly, still tightly holding his arm*

Show me where it is, Max. I’ll help you get rid of it.

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