They close their eyes, focusing on Max's scent, and the way his hand works through their hair for a moment, trying to push away the sadness and the pain and the disappointment, and most of all the burning anger. It doesn't really work, but his hand does feel nice at least.
"Don't reckon you should go. She still don't reckon there was nothing wrong with what she said, not really." Yes, she said she'd apologise for Max for it, but they don't believe that she means it.
And then finally, they lift their head, and there is indeed a touch of rage burning in their eyes. "She said if she needed to she'd pick her fucking duty over her girlfriend. That I was a bad werewolf 'cos I wouldn't. Fuck that! I'd be a fucking knobhead if I picked 'duty' over being a decent human being! Person. Whatever!"
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Date: 2021-07-02 08:46 pm (UTC)"Don't reckon you should go. She still don't reckon there was nothing wrong with what she said, not really." Yes, she said she'd apologise for Max for it, but they don't believe that she means it.
And then finally, they lift their head, and there is indeed a touch of rage burning in their eyes. "She said if she needed to she'd pick her fucking duty over her girlfriend. That I was a bad werewolf 'cos I wouldn't. Fuck that! I'd be a fucking knobhead if I picked 'duty' over being a decent human being! Person. Whatever!"