[Maybe staying was a mistake, he couldn’t truly tell. All he knew was that last night he practically black out drank himself to an utter mess and had no clear clue how he got back to the house they were staying at. When Hannah walked into the room and woke him up, Max groaned and shoved his head back into his pillow in protest from even remotely waking up.] I’ll pass on waking up, but I will take food and coffee, [he continued, finally rolling over to sit up and accept the food. It wasn’t even that he was hungover (for some odd reason)– he just hurt. Acheing everywhere.]
What would I do without you? Probably die.
[Max sniffed and ran his arm across his face to block out the sun a bit more and then rubbed his face as to try and make it look like he hadn’t been miserable earlier that night.] What’s the plan for the week for you, babe?
You’d absolutely die without me, Maximilian. [ Hannah let out a little sigh as she sat down on the bed beside him, placing the tray she prepared over his lap. She knew he was trying to mask his heartbreak, his heartache, whatever. It made Hannah sad that someone really could delve so far into this and break up the only solid relationship that Hannah had ever seen. Not reminiscent of her parents or anything but something real and true. It made her sad.] I’m just going to hang around here. I was going to see if we could all maybe drive down to Disneyland for a few days - you, Lia, Bradley, Marls and Finn maybe! But I guess that won’t be happening anymore.
Are you feeling okay? It was really hard to get you back here last night - it took an army and by army I mean Lia and myself. So you can only imagine how hard it was since we’re two of the shortest people in the world.