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[burnination]

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[burnination]

[ 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?