Eudio IC Inbox; un: maximoose

[burnination]

" Busy. Send a text. "

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[servanted]

( graciously, he accepts the hoodie, quickly pulling it on his shoulders and feeling like he disappears within it -- which is good, because that's exactly what he wants to do. run away and find somewhere to hide until the storm cloud of his emotions passes over. cat gathered in his arms, he pulls the hood up to hide long black hair, and spares a lingering second to brush his fingers against max's knuckles, affectionately. )

Thank you, for this.

( the voice isn't his voice, husky but girlish, and he ducks his head, almost ashamed. some all powerful wizard, huh?)

[burnination]

[ wow, hey, none of that, no. we're not having it. as soon merlin's head ducks, looking sad and ashamed, max steps up closer to tug him into a hug, careful not to squish kitty, and kisses the top of his head a couple times, before laying a cheek down on it. it helps that he's shorter now. ]

Any time. Seriously. You're always welcome here, no questions asked.

[ stepping back, he reaches for merlin's hand, giving it a squeeze, before leading them into the house, through the living room, winding around hallways here and there until they go up a flight of stairs and find the hallway his room is in. the door's usually wide open, as max doesn't like closed spaces much, but he shuts it and locks it anyway. just in case marco or the others tries to come running in. like they do. there's windows around, so he'll be fine otherwise. ] Chill out anywhere you like, pass out a while, if you want. No rush. My bed's yours as long as you need it.