He came to Brian's because he needed to get the hell out of there. Because when the world dropped away and the jungle came back, and all he could see was Pru getting shot and his own face down in the mud, it was the first place he thought to go.
Max sure as shit isn't about to say that, though.
Normally, Max might take Brian shrugging out of his coat as a cue for him to ditch his own, but he doesn't today, overdressed for being in out of the cold.
"It's just shit like that, that does it," Max says, after a long moment, "Some asshole shooting a gun off in the street."
A couple of other things do it too, leave him smelling ash and humid air, his heart pounding, but it's usually not as bad.
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Date: 2015-02-14 06:35 am (UTC)Max sure as shit isn't about to say that, though.
Normally, Max might take Brian shrugging out of his coat as a cue for him to ditch his own, but he doesn't today, overdressed for being in out of the cold.
"It's just shit like that, that does it," Max says, after a long moment, "Some asshole shooting a gun off in the street."
A couple of other things do it too, leave him smelling ash and humid air, his heart pounding, but it's usually not as bad.