[ After they'd gotten back to his place, Max had insisted on helping him bandage up his shoulder, even though he really hadn't wanted her to see him shirtless. It wasn't that he thought Max would be checking him out or anything like that, but the scars from Lover's Lake were large and ugly and still healing. He didn't like looking at them in the mirror, let alone subjecting anyone else to them. He used to be proud of his body, but now it just reminded him of the parts of himself he couldn't get back.
But if anyone understand that, it was Max, who had overcome so much more than just a few scars. He knew he couldn't be ashamed of his if he was also constantly telling her how strong she was, regardless of how she was different from the way she'd been before. And it was helpful to have someone to help him clean and wrap this one properly instead of trying to do it himself. He tried to keep Max talking to take her mind off the fact that she was trying to put him back together again, but she'd been quiet for the most part.
They'd eaten a meal of mac and cheese and half way through it the others had called to say that the Creel house was under control again. He'd given Max his mom's bedroom, just down the hall from his own and told her to wake him if she needed anything. And then he'd slept nightmare free for a very long time.
In the morning, there was still something off about Max that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Though as he asked more questions he thought maybe it was something to do with the way she quickly changed the subject from her mom when he brought her up. Now that he was thinking about it, he's not sure she'd ever called her to let her know she wasn't coming home.
He made them a breakfast of toast, eggs and orange juice and then insisted on driving Max home. They listen to the Top 40 countdown as he drives across town, neither of them saying much. When he pulls up to the trailer he notices her mom's car isn't there, despite the early hour. He turns off the car. ]
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But if anyone understand that, it was Max, who had overcome so much more than just a few scars. He knew he couldn't be ashamed of his if he was also constantly telling her how strong she was, regardless of how she was different from the way she'd been before. And it was helpful to have someone to help him clean and wrap this one properly instead of trying to do it himself. He tried to keep Max talking to take her mind off the fact that she was trying to put him back together again, but she'd been quiet for the most part.
They'd eaten a meal of mac and cheese and half way through it the others had called to say that the Creel house was under control again. He'd given Max his mom's bedroom, just down the hall from his own and told her to wake him if she needed anything. And then he'd slept nightmare free for a very long time.
In the morning, there was still something off about Max that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Though as he asked more questions he thought maybe it was something to do with the way she quickly changed the subject from her mom when he brought her up. Now that he was thinking about it, he's not sure she'd ever called her to let her know she wasn't coming home.
He made them a breakfast of toast, eggs and orange juice and then insisted on driving Max home. They listen to the Top 40 countdown as he drives across town, neither of them saying much. When he pulls up to the trailer he notices her mom's car isn't there, despite the early hour. He turns off the car. ]
Your mom's not home yet?