in which maxxie and enjolras do not have control class
Thank God he had found them too, because Maxxie didn't know how much longer he could have gone. He had never claimed to be good at this survival thing, and if the past few years had proven anything it was that he would have been lying anyway. He felt horrible leeching off people like this, but he wasn't ready to lay down and die just yet.
And here was Enjolras, someone he trusted and looked up to. When he saw Enjolras he felt safe, and at this point he had to indulge in those feelings. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't live to see the next day.
He wandered inside the building Enjolras had pointed him toward and looked around. It was hardly recongisable anymore, but maybe it had been a club? The layout was rather generic, and Maxxie didn't lend any more thought to it as he found an almost-ruined couch to sit on and wait.
And here was Enjolras, someone he trusted and looked up to. When he saw Enjolras he felt safe, and at this point he had to indulge in those feelings. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't live to see the next day.
He wandered inside the building Enjolras had pointed him toward and looked around. It was hardly recongisable anymore, but maybe it had been a club? The layout was rather generic, and Maxxie didn't lend any more thought to it as he found an almost-ruined couch to sit on and wait.