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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I…I
was five years old. Me and my father were walking near a park, and I
was holding my favorite toy //itsmrhoneynuts//. At one point, I realized
I had dropped it, and spotted it in the road. I ran out to get it, not
realizing there was a car coming. My dad saw this and ran into the road
and pushed me out of the way…*he trails off, needing a moment before he
can continue*

*just listens. His knees are starting to hurt –
he’s not young anymore – but he’s just listening.* It’s okay, Max. Take your
time.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I…can’t…*hes still hyperventilating and unable to calm down* ohgodohgodohgod

Max! Max, breathe. Look at me. Don’t think – just look at me and take a breath in.

Can’t…I killed…killed him…

Max, stay with me and look at me. Please, Max.
Just look at me. Look at my big, fat nose and my greying hair. *he hopes saying
something weird might snap him out of it enough*

My dad had grey hair…*a few tears slip down his cheeks* I’m…I’m a murderer…

No, kid. You’re not. You have what we call ‘diminished
responsibility’. Max… you’re just a child. The only responsibility you have is
if you take a piece of candy from a store. Look at me, buddy. Just look at me.
Okay?

*looks at you with eyes full of tears* no…you don’t fucking get it do you? It was my fault that he died. It was my fucking fault. I was an idiot. How can you say it wasn’t my fault when you don’t even know the story? *starts crying again*

Because you’re a child. And because it wasn’t my fault when my mom left my father
alone with two kids, one of whom she wished she’d had aborted before he was
born.

*he puts both hands on Max’s shoulders.* No, I
don’t know the full story. But I know that you’re a kid, and you can’t possibly
know everything there is to know. I know I don’t understand, but I don’t need
to understand to try and help you.

*suddenly hugs him* *pulls away quickly* I’m sorry. David isn’t here right now…do you think that maybe…I could talk to you?

*frowns slightly, but nods. The hug surprised
him* Sure, kiddo. Where would you like to talk? And… would you like to know
more about me first? So you feel a little better about talking to me?

I just…need to…say this…need to tell someone…

*nods* Alright, Max. Alright. I’m listening.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I…can’t…*hes still hyperventilating and unable to calm down* ohgodohgodohgod

Max! Max, breathe. Look at me. Don’t think – just look at me and take a breath in.

Can’t…I killed…killed him…

Max, stay with me and look at me. Please, Max.
Just look at me. Look at my big, fat nose and my greying hair. *he hopes saying
something weird might snap him out of it enough*

My dad had grey hair…*a few tears slip down his cheeks* I’m…I’m a murderer…

No, kid. You’re not. You have what we call ‘diminished
responsibility’. Max… you’re just a child. The only responsibility you have is
if you take a piece of candy from a store. Look at me, buddy. Just look at me.
Okay?

*looks at you with eyes full of tears* no…you don’t fucking get it do you? It was my fault that he died. It was my fucking fault. I was an idiot. How can you say it wasn’t my fault when you don’t even know the story? *starts crying again*

Because you’re a child. And because it wasn’t my fault when my mom left my father
alone with two kids, one of whom she wished she’d had aborted before he was
born.

*he puts both hands on Max’s shoulders.* No, I
don’t know the full story. But I know that you’re a kid, and you can’t possibly
know everything there is to know. I know I don’t understand, but I don’t need
to understand to try and help you.

*suddenly hugs him* *pulls away quickly* I’m sorry. David isn’t here right now…do you think that maybe…I could talk to you?

*frowns slightly, but nods. The hug surprised
him* Sure, kiddo. Where would you like to talk? And… would you like to know
more about me first? So you feel a little better about talking to me?

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I…can’t…*hes still hyperventilating and unable to calm down* ohgodohgodohgod

Max! Max, breathe. Look at me. Don’t think – just look at me and take a breath in.

Can’t…I killed…killed him…

Max, stay with me and look at me. Please, Max.
Just look at me. Look at my big, fat nose and my greying hair. *he hopes saying
something weird might snap him out of it enough*

My dad had grey hair…*a few tears slip down his cheeks* I’m…I’m a murderer…

No, kid. You’re not. You have what we call ‘diminished
responsibility’. Max… you’re just a child. The only responsibility you have is
if you take a piece of candy from a store. Look at me, buddy. Just look at me.
Okay?

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I…can’t…*hes still hyperventilating and unable to calm down* ohgodohgodohgod

Max! Max, breathe. Look at me. Don’t think – just look at me and take a breath in.

Can’t…I killed…killed him…

Max, stay with me and look at me. Please, Max.
Just look at me. Look at my big, fat nose and my greying hair. *he hopes saying
something weird might snap him out of it enough*

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//lol chill max//

I…can’t…*hes still hyperventilating and unable to calm down* ohgodohgodohgod

Max! Max, breathe. Look at me. Don’t think – just look at me and take a breath in.

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*max looks a bit apprehensive*

*smiles slightly and kneels down next to him.*
You ready to go in? Wanna knock?

*stretches out his hand to knock and then pulls it back* this is a bad idea…

No, it’s not, Max. It’s okay. I’m right here
with you.

I barely even know you! What am I doing? This is a terrible idea! Why did I think he would listen? Oh god…*hyperventilates*

*squeezes his hand* Max, breathe deeply. It’s
okay, buddy. Breathe.

*max’s eyes dart back and forth frantically* he’s not gonna understand…he’s not gonna take me seriously…oh god oh god oh god…

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Max, stop for a second. David really cares about you kids – he’ll absolutely take you seriously for something like this, I promise.

No I…I…no oh my god I can’t ask him to listen it hurts but I can’t…oh god…why did I even have to open my mouth and speak today…

Because you’ve been keeping it all inside and you wanted someone to hear you. And I heard you.

But I…I didn’t want people to hear me…I wasn’t supposed to…I just…*starts to shake and hyperventilate*

Breathe, Max, breathe. I know it sounds weird…
but why else would you tell someone? And if you’re going to tell anyone, David
would be the guy to talk to wouldn’t he?

I can’t…breathe…

//oh shit the angst//

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I can’t…breathe…

//oh shit the angst//

Max look at me. Look at me and take a deep
breath in. In… in… in… *inhales to help show Max*