When he glances back, her head is lowered, staring glumly at the cigarettes in her hand. Her brown hair falls in a messy sheet around her face. At least the bleeding seems to have stopped.
He said okay. But in the kind of way that... well, obviously he doesn't really want to. Obviously this is like a chore to him, or like a pity-favor. With Chloe it was kind of a... smoking buddies thing. But Max isn't the kind of girl that hangs with the smokers, right?
...Well. Just the one.
She looks up when he talks to her. "...Yeah. Outside. Maybe... the roof? There's, uhh, less people to see me... completely fail."
Hopefully there's no one at all up there.
She motions down the hall toward the stairway with some determination. This is something she's going to learn. If it has to be from a half-hearted Tim, well, whatever.
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He said okay. But in the kind of way that... well, obviously he doesn't really want to. Obviously this is like a chore to him, or like a pity-favor. With Chloe it was kind of a... smoking buddies thing. But Max isn't the kind of girl that hangs with the smokers, right?
...Well. Just the one.
She looks up when he talks to her. "...Yeah. Outside. Maybe... the roof? There's, uhh, less people to see me... completely fail."
Hopefully there's no one at all up there.
She motions down the hall toward the stairway with some determination. This is something she's going to learn. If it has to be from a half-hearted Tim, well, whatever.
Whatever.