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cackling) wrote in

She sat like a stubborn child, looking even more so when she glanced at him just over her shoulder. She was hiding from something, perhaps the inevitability of her fate, but the moment she peeked at it, Max knew a part of her sanity was still waiting for him. Waiting patiently, in want. Oh, how he couldn't wait to make it all his. He was practically a kid at a candy store, now. But, shh, shhh, it was too soon to give it all away. Their fun was only just beginning. There wasn't any particular need to rush it. No, no, no, no.

"That's just not very nice of them, is it?" He frowned, taking a few steps forward, but not quickly so as to avoid alarming her. She was still unstable, despite how much better she was 'feeling'. Unpredictability was his favorite time of the day, so with a quick change of his mind, he bounced from one tip of his shoes to the other. Rather like a gruesome ballerina fit to kill you at a moment's notice. His hands were folded behind his back and his eyebrows were raised as he appeared curiously at her side. Max stared at the wall. Tilting his head to admire the cracks there.

"What makes them think they can keep someone like you in a place like this? They're just like you. Doctors. You're what they'll become if they take their work home with them." He winced, finally glancing down at her from the side. It was not yet time to look at her directly. He was saving that for the right moment. Only Max knew when that was. Didn't he? No. Maybe. Perhaps. He grinned. It looked wrong without the make-up. Without the scars. Without the white-washed flesh. But it wouldn't to her. She'd see it. She always did.

"You're what they want to be, but can't, because they're still so .. afraid. So unable to let go. You're right," He brushed a few strands from her shoulder and leaned in to whisper directly into her ear. "They are the crazy ones."

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