The bitterness is back again, and his throat feels thick with it. There isn't even any warming rage in it, not anymore.
Low-voiced: "So he says what he likes and I keep my head down, is that it? Thought I was done with that here." He wraps one hand around the other, squeezing until his bones ache.
(Or are you saying the same to him?, he wants to ask, except he doesn't want to risk hearing Max answer no.)
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Date: 2021-09-14 07:37 pm (UTC)Low-voiced: "So he says what he likes and I keep my head down, is that it? Thought I was done with that here." He wraps one hand around the other, squeezing until his bones ache.
(Or are you saying the same to him?, he wants to ask, except he doesn't want to risk hearing Max answer no.)