Maxxie didn't know what to do. On one hand, Chris had refused to stick around. They were supposed to be friends, and Chris didn't let Maxxie take care of him, wouldn't even give him the chance. This was one of the worst things, in Maxxie's mind. Of all things, sticking together was the most important right now, but Chris had avoided him like the plague.
On the other hand, Chris was still his friend, and he fucking loved him despite everything. So there was no chance of him turning Chris away.
Trying his best to look somewhat angry, Maxxie stood with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed but his eyes vulnerable and hurt, waiting. "So what the fuck do you want?"
Oh... Right. He'd kind of forgotten they hadn't parted on good terms last time. Or-- well. Not 'forgotten' so much as 'gotten drunk and chosen to forget about it.' It was easy to forget shit these days. Easier, it wasn't exactly as if it had ever been difficult.
He frowned inwardly, silent for a moment because he knew he owed Maxxie an apology, but more because that wasn't what he was here about and he didn't know how to go about breaking the news. Maxxie looked so... Broken already. Chris didn't want to add to that.
Quietly, with a grave edge to his voice, he finally managed to croak something out after a few moments. "Hey, can we-- Is there somewhere we can talk? You know, privately."
Maxxie considered this a moment before finally sighing. "Yeah," he said, turning away. "I've got a room we can go to. Come on."
He didn't sound all too thrilled about it, but that was mostly a learned attitude that had been developed over too many years. He had just found it easier not to be happy over anything anymore - it only hurt more when things went bad. And they always went bad, that was inevitable. With the way Chris sounded, this was going to get very bad, and Maxxie definitely didn't want to set himself up to expect a joyous reunion. It would be anything but, and he knew it.
He led the way through their current hideout to a small room with nothing but a thin mattress on the ground. This was Maxxie's 'room,' the place where he slept and didn't do much else.
Chris followed behind him in silence. There wasn't really much to offer in the way of small talk - not unless Maxxie was interested in talking about the weather or any tune-ups he'd had done to his arms, but somehow he doubted that.
It was hard not to pull a face when they got to Maxxie's room. He was used to places like this by now of course, just a place to crash and nothing else, but it was almost impossible to picture him staying in a room like this. Not the Maxxie he used to know. But, times changed and Chris leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh, trying to resist the urge to just bail and run away or something.
"It's, uh-- Shit. It's..." He paused, taking a breath to arrange his words instead of just trying to get them all out at once, "Jal. It's-- Fuck. I need to talk- tell you about Jal."
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On the other hand, Chris was still his friend, and he fucking loved him despite everything. So there was no chance of him turning Chris away.
Trying his best to look somewhat angry, Maxxie stood with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed but his eyes vulnerable and hurt, waiting. "So what the fuck do you want?"
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He frowned inwardly, silent for a moment because he knew he owed Maxxie an apology, but more because that wasn't what he was here about and he didn't know how to go about breaking the news. Maxxie looked so... Broken already. Chris didn't want to add to that.
Quietly, with a grave edge to his voice, he finally managed to croak something out after a few moments. "Hey, can we-- Is there somewhere we can talk? You know, privately."
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He didn't sound all too thrilled about it, but that was mostly a learned attitude that had been developed over too many years. He had just found it easier not to be happy over anything anymore - it only hurt more when things went bad. And they always went bad, that was inevitable. With the way Chris sounded, this was going to get very bad, and Maxxie definitely didn't want to set himself up to expect a joyous reunion. It would be anything but, and he knew it.
He led the way through their current hideout to a small room with nothing but a thin mattress on the ground. This was Maxxie's 'room,' the place where he slept and didn't do much else.
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It was hard not to pull a face when they got to Maxxie's room. He was used to places like this by now of course, just a place to crash and nothing else, but it was almost impossible to picture him staying in a room like this. Not the Maxxie he used to know. But, times changed and Chris leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh, trying to resist the urge to just bail and run away or something.
"It's, uh-- Shit. It's..." He paused, taking a breath to arrange his words instead of just trying to get them all out at once, "Jal. It's-- Fuck. I need to talk- tell you about Jal."
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