Max huffs. "I know you p-probably don't want to hear it, but... I'm pretty sure Alex was... was the same way."

This old hurt starts to rise now. The old feeling of being left behind by Alex, of being powerless to help him... watching him sort of... let go.

"I mean he... kinda didn't like himself. And things just got worse and worse. At some point he hardly even... talked to me. I c-couldn't help him, then... he was gone."

She looks up at Tim, kind of stupidly. Unsure. "He was a great friend. I wish I'd... done better."

Alex. Then Chloe. Supposedly Max's closest friends. And nothing Max ever did made a difference. Both of them went home to... whatever ending. Gone.

She pulls her knees up and rests her forehead against them, hiding her face.