[ he does, and he wishes someone who was better at Talking knew elliot as well as he does. not because he doesn't want to Talk with him, more because he feels useless to him for it. if nothing else, max will be completely honest with him ]
too existential, also too much to sum up under one word
im happy about somethings, less happy about others. currently considering general mood 'okay'
[ Max will soon hear padding of socked feet on the floor before a ruffles and a not even close to sober Elliot will appear at his doorway before moving toward Max, practically climbing in his lap like a cat. ]
Both. [ His voice is oddly soft and quiet, like he's attempting to keep some secret. ] It was the anniversary of Grant passing, and then my birthday.... and I just feel like everything we do - it's never going to give us a happy ending. We're fighting pointlessly. Here were doing pointless things so that we go back home and get fucked up again.
That's it, innit? We go home, lose everyone here, lose more people there. No one can stay alive.
[ max is awake, sitting up against one of his pillow mountains, and expecting as Elliot pads over, arms already open to accept him into his lap and tug him against his chest. A hand pets over his hair, carding loose strands back from his forehead as he listens to elliot explain.
There’s a frown on his lips, unsure how to approach this, what to say that’s both true and helpful. Grant passing, though. He knows how much that must have hurt him, to be here, and without Grant over his shoulder for the first time in too long. ]
Maybe. [ he tells Elliot quietly, mulling over it. ] Everyone dies, you know that.
If the end’s all that matters, though, why bother starting? [ he shifts, eyes finding his friend’s. ] If you never got back up after Grant left the first time, I’d never have met you. If I didn’t, before I got to BCR, Tris and Marco and Dani and you never would’ve had me.
Is it worth it? To be with someone a short time, rather than not at all?
Kisses u all over
Everything. Life, love, existence.
I'm not going to bloody slit my wrists again. You can calm down, bru.
swoons!!!
too existential, also too much to sum up under one word
im happy about somethings, less happy about others. currently considering general mood 'okay'
are you not?
Touches ya face
no. I'm not. I keep feeling like a ghost. Ironic, eh? I don't want Stiles to think I'm bored of him. I'm not.
I just don't think I'm happy in general. Especially now.
blushu!!
ghost how? not interested in shit or just disconnected? whats happened now that made it worse?
stiles will understand. hes good like that.
Cutie
Both. [ His voice is oddly soft and quiet, like he's attempting to keep some secret. ] It was the anniversary of Grant passing, and then my birthday.... and I just feel like everything we do - it's never going to give us a happy ending. We're fighting pointlessly. Here were doing pointless things so that we go back home and get fucked up again.
That's it, innit? We go home, lose everyone here, lose more people there. No one can stay alive.
no u
There’s a frown on his lips, unsure how to approach this, what to say that’s both true and helpful. Grant passing, though. He knows how much that must have hurt him, to be here, and without Grant over his shoulder for the first time in too long. ]
Maybe. [ he tells Elliot quietly, mulling over it. ] Everyone dies, you know that.
If the end’s all that matters, though, why bother starting? [ he shifts, eyes finding his friend’s. ] If you never got back up after Grant left the first time, I’d never have met you. If I didn’t, before I got to BCR, Tris and Marco and Dani and you never would’ve had me.
Is it worth it? To be with someone a short time, rather than not at all?