(It's another moment in which Max contemplates the boy sitting in front of him. He was not just a child. No, "child" didn't even come close to describing Gansey. There was nothing childish about him. There wasn't even anything that reminded Max to call him a 'kid' or even a teenager. There was a depth to him, an ageless kind of wonder and Max thought it a little funny that he would wind up with someone like that. He could see thoughts ticking behind Gansey's head and wondered how honest with him he should.
Max was never a man to lie much unless it somehow managed to serve a greater role in achieving something he wanted. This was a little different. He could just stay quiet and it'd make no difference.
It's an easy enough decision for Max to make.)
Back in my world, everyone's a psychotic. Everyone.
(Emphasis on the everyone because he certainly was no better.)
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Max was never a man to lie much unless it somehow managed to serve a greater role in achieving something he wanted. This was a little different. He could just stay quiet and it'd make no difference.
It's an easy enough decision for Max to make.)
Back in my world, everyone's a psychotic. Everyone.
(Emphasis on the everyone because he certainly was no better.)