Max lets out a sigh of relief, even though he doesn't feel as relieved as maybe he ought to. There's still this knot in his chest, this unease that he can't fucking shake, even knowing that Pru's alright.
"Okay, good. Good," he says, "Jesus, I thought--"
He can't being himself to finish the sentence, because Max thought a hell of a lot of things in that moment, some of them more believable than others.
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Max lets out a sigh of relief, even though he doesn't feel as relieved as maybe he ought to. There's still this knot in his chest, this unease that he can't fucking shake, even knowing that Pru's alright.
"Okay, good. Good," he says, "Jesus, I thought--"
He can't being himself to finish the sentence, because Max thought a hell of a lot of things in that moment, some of them more believable than others.