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

//lol chill max//

I want…talk to…da-David…

You got it, pal. *places the tissue in Max’
hand and stands up. Offers his hand.* He’s in the counselor cabins, right? Want
me to walk with you?

…okay…

*gently takes his other hand and starts
walking* It’ll be okay, Max.

No, it won’t, but thanks for the sentiment I guess…

It will be okay. Take it from me – you’re not
going to be where you are forever. You’ll grow and you’ll learn. Your entire
life doesn’t have to be about what’s going on right now.

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

//lol chill max//

I want…talk to…da-David…

You got it, pal. *places the tissue in Max’
hand and stands up. Offers his hand.* He’s in the counselor cabins, right? Want
me to walk with you?

…okay…

*gently takes his other hand and starts
walking* It’ll be okay, Max.

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

//lol chill max//

I want…talk to…da-David…

You got it, pal. *places the tissue in Max’
hand and stands up. Offers his hand.* He’s in the counselor cabins, right? Want
me to walk with you?

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

//lol chill max//

I don’t n-need it…I’m not crying…*sniffles again*

You know, you’re still strong if you are.
Crying isn’t a sign of weakness – it’s a sign of how deeply you feel. But that’s
not weak. I promise you.

*fuckin breaks down* I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…

//oh shit angst//

*just squeezes the boy’s hand* No, no, shhh…
it’s okay. It’s really okay, I promise. I’m
sorry for bringing this all up. I really didn’t mean to.  You’re alright, I promise.

*hiccups* *sobs a lot* n-no, you don’t…understand…my…fault…it’s my fault…they…told me…was…my fault…

*’Here we go – just gonna dive head-first into
this rabbit-hole,’ he thinks* No, no… you’re a child. You’re only responsible
for your actions. What did they say?

I…I’m not…good enough…I can’t be…perfect child…it’s my fault that…my fault…dad…dead…mom…remarried…my…fault…

That’s not true. Things like that – those aren’t
kids’ responsibilities. And nobody’s perfect – it’s foolish to expect that from
anyone, even adults.

You don’t understand…i…I killed him…it…accident…was…an accident…please don’t tell…don’t get them in trouble…please…

I’m not going to tell anyone. I don’t even
know the whole story. Calm down… it’s okay. You’re not in trouble, I promise.
Hey… can you tell me your name?

M…max…my name is max…please…don’t hurt me…I didn’t mean to…I swear…

I’m not going to hurt you. I promise, you’re
not in trouble. I know you don’t know me well… do you want some alone time? I
can walk you to your tent and I’ll explain to your counselors that you need to
be alone for a bit. I won’t tell them anything else though if you don’t want me
to.

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

//lol chill max//

I don’t n-need it…I’m not crying…*sniffles again*

You know, you’re still strong if you are.
Crying isn’t a sign of weakness – it’s a sign of how deeply you feel. But that’s
not weak. I promise you.

*fuckin breaks down* I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…

//oh shit angst//

*just squeezes the boy’s hand* No, no, shhh…
it’s okay. It’s really okay, I promise. I’m
sorry for bringing this all up. I really didn’t mean to.  You’re alright, I promise.

*hiccups* *sobs a lot* n-no, you don’t…understand…my…fault…it’s my fault…they…told me…was…my fault…

*’Here we go – just gonna dive head-first into
this rabbit-hole,’ he thinks* No, no… you’re a child. You’re only responsible
for your actions. What did they say?

I…I’m not…good enough…I can’t be…perfect child…it’s my fault that…my fault…dad…dead…mom…remarried…my…fault…

That’s not true. Things like that – those aren’t
kids’ responsibilities. And nobody’s perfect – it’s foolish to expect that from
anyone, even adults.

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

//lol chill max//

I don’t n-need it…I’m not crying…*sniffles again*

You know, you’re still strong if you are.
Crying isn’t a sign of weakness – it’s a sign of how deeply you feel. But that’s
not weak. I promise you.

*fuckin breaks down* I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…

//oh shit angst//

*just squeezes the boy’s hand* No, no, shhh…
it’s okay. It’s really okay, I promise. I’m
sorry for bringing this all up. I really didn’t mean to.  You’re alright, I promise.

*hiccups* *sobs a lot* n-no, you don’t…understand…my…fault…it’s my fault…they…told me…was…my fault…

*’Here we go – just gonna dive head-first into
this rabbit-hole,’ he thinks* No, no… you’re a child. You’re only responsible
for your actions. What did they say?

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

//lol chill max//

I don’t n-need it…I’m not crying…*sniffles again*

You know, you’re still strong if you are.
Crying isn’t a sign of weakness – it’s a sign of how deeply you feel. But that’s
not weak. I promise you.

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

//lol chill max//

*max looks at him* o-okay. I think I’ll talk to David first…

*just gives him a patient smile* That’s fine.
You know him better, so that’s a good idea. *offers the tissue again* Go ahead
and dry your eyes. It’s okay – it won’t bite.

I-I’m not crying!

I’m not judging. I’m really not. Just take the
tissue. You can eat it or something to hide the evidence if you really really
want to.

*max sniffles* n-no I’m fine…*his eyes fill again and again he quickly wipes them off on his hoodie*

*sighs softly* C’mon, kid… it’s okay. Look,
you’re getting your hoodie all messy.

*max starts to cry a bit, but hides it as best as he can* n-no

*reaches and gently takes the kid’s hand,
pulling his arm away. He reaches forward with the tissue to dab at his tears*
Here you go. This is what tissues are for. *smiles gently*