While Max was upstairs, Brian sat down on the sofa, knees on his elbows and his head in his hands. He couldn't think. He couldn't fucking stop thinking. Jesus, what a fucking mess.
At the sound of Max's footsteps on the stairs, he lifted his head.
"She got out as soon as I got home from the office. She's a lot smarter than she looks," he muttered, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He drew in a breath and finally asked, "Where the hell were you?"
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Date: 2016-05-28 02:59 am (UTC)At the sound of Max's footsteps on the stairs, he lifted his head.
"She got out as soon as I got home from the office. She's a lot smarter than she looks," he muttered, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He drew in a breath and finally asked, "Where the hell were you?"