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so if you aren't mad at me
then what's wrong?

[She almost tells him it's nothing. Because even now, it's a struggle for her to talk about things like her feelings. To let people in.]

you know that dust storm the other day? i was out in it for a little while.

[Oh noooo, now he's worried but for different reasons.]

did you get hurt?

[She did but it had been such a minor injury it's not even worth mentioning.]

no. someone else did. one of the new people.

one of the ones fighting the people who were all possessed?

what happened to them?

she died.

[Uh-oh.]

max that
really really sucks.
i'm sorry.

Faith said she came back. she's a friend of hers from home.

[Another Slayer. Someone who protected people from the bad things.]

did you see it all happen?

yeah.

[So had Faith. And Wanda.]

i distracted faith.

what do you mean? it wasn't

max it wasn't because of you.

it kind of was.

faith was helping her until i distracted her.

[Admittedly she'd been running from someone trying to kill her, but she could have fought back instead of running. That might have made a big difference in the outcome of things.]

max that's as much your fault as
as bob is mine.

[She wants to argue, to point out he had been possessed and she had just been a coward. But she gets what he's saying.]

can i come over?

[Either everyone gets to blame themselves or nobody does, Maxxie.]

of course.
mike's at fight club.

[He hopes that they're getting better around each other, but he also knows that she'll be more comfortable if it's just Will.]

[Pfff what is logic, William? Rude.]

okay.
thanks.

[She feels a little better about the situation with Mike. Mostly she tries to stay out of his way because it seems like that'll be for the best for all of them. And she's spent the last few years living with someone who hates her guts. She'd rather not deal with that from anyone else if she can avoid it.]

[He'll be waiting for her at the castle, with the door already slightly ajar, waiting quietly and patiently on the couch. Therapist Will is in the house. Come give him your woes.]

[She hasn't seen Will in awhile. Too long, really. She makes her way to his house and pauses momentarily at the door, poking her head in and spotting him on the couch. She lifts her hand in a slight wave before stepping inside and closing the door behind her quietly.]

Hey. Thanks for... [She waves her hand around and tucks some hair behind her ear.]

[Will lets out a soft sigh, putting aside his ever-present sketchbook and scooting over on the couch.]

You can come over whenever you want, y'know. We're friends.

[She sighs, too, slowly crossing the room to sit down beside him on the sofa, tugging one of her legs up and wrapping her arms around it.]

Yeah. I know.

[She's just not that good at this stuff when it comes down to it.]

What are you working on? [She nods at his sketchbook.]

[Will pauses a moment, then carefully nudges over one of the cushions. Here, Max, hug that.]

More monster manual stuff. There's a lot. It's kinda overwhelming, sometimes.

[She takes the non-verbal cue easily, grabbing hold of the cushion and wrapping her arms around it as she looks at the sketchbook that lie between them.]

Yeah, I'm sure there is. [She's heard quite a bit about monsters from other places. Vampires, demons, psycho clowns...]

Can I see it?

Mmm-hm! [Will carefully flips the sketchbook to the first page -- this is the M's through the P's, so there are quite a few things for her to look at, including, of course, Pennywise the Clown.] See? We're getting more monster stuff with every new bunch of people, so I always have stuff to do.

[She looks at the pictures as he flips through but she stops him when he gets to Pennywise, her stomach knotting as she stares at the drawing.]

Jesus that's creepy.

[He's gone with the toothy, wall-eyed version that Eddie and Beverly had described. Have a shivering nod.]

Yeah. The teeth are...kinda like the demogorgons, huh?