He's so caught up in the moment of grief, he doesn't even hear Lucas coming up the stairs. He gives a startled little cry when arms wrap around him from behind.
But even if Lucas hadn't spoken, Max would know whose arms those are. By the warmth, by the subtle smell of his shampoo, by the weight and pressure of his hold. All the things he's come to memorize about his love. The moment he realizes he's safe in Lucas' arms, the crying gets louder. He falls utterly to pieces.
"I can't..." he sobs, "I can't ...they're gone and I can't... I can't do this. I just wanted... I wanted..." A drink. An escape.
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Date: 2021-03-24 05:33 pm (UTC)But even if Lucas hadn't spoken, Max would know whose arms those are. By the warmth, by the subtle smell of his shampoo, by the weight and pressure of his hold. All the things he's come to memorize about his love. The moment he realizes he's safe in Lucas' arms, the crying gets louder. He falls utterly to pieces.
"I can't..." he sobs, "I can't ...they're gone and I can't... I can't do this. I just wanted... I wanted..." A drink. An escape.