Max throws an indignant look at the Mirror, coupled with a sharp exhalation of breath. Exasperated.
Alex was sick. He was... not okay, he had all these ideas, and she tried to help him but she couldn't. Deep down even he knew how wrong he was. She saw it in glimpses now and then. Before he... changed.
But this Tim is saying that they'd all be better off dead. Something Alex would imply in his weakest moments.
She sets her empty glass on a table and turns her back on him, ready to walk away.
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Max throws an indignant look at the Mirror, coupled with a sharp exhalation of breath. Exasperated.
Alex was sick. He was... not okay, he had all these ideas, and she tried to help him but she couldn't. Deep down even he knew how wrong he was. She saw it in glimpses now and then. Before he... changed.
But this Tim is saying that they'd all be better off dead. Something Alex would imply in his weakest moments.
She sets her empty glass on a table and turns her back on him, ready to walk away.