@hart1ey: “That doesn’t look good.”
waking up in the snow of the mountain was far from a pleasant experience. freezing cold in his complete lack of clothing, blood splatters all over him that were slowly freezing solid. he was lucky that he knew his way around the mountain as much as he did despite it being two years since he’d last seen it. he hadn’t realized how long it’d been until he ran into chris. it makes sense that he’d been in that prison for a year, he’d transformed enough times, but it somehow felt so much longer. it felt like he’d been hostage for an eternity. the other good thing about finding chris was that he’d gotten back to the lodge quicker, could sit by the fire and pray that he’d be okay, could steal chris or josh’s clothes for now, find his own things eventually. when chris speaks max’s head turns to look at his shoulder, the splattering of blood all over him not quite enough to hide the gash on his shoulder. all things considered he’s lucky that’s the only injury he has. “i fell out of a tree.” he doesn’t explain why he was in the tree in the first place, doesn’t know how to even begin to explain where he’s been the past year — or more specifically why he’d been there. it was easy to call it a kidnapping, it was harder to explain that he’d only gotten out thanks to superhuman strength, thanks to being a monster. “it’ll heal.” words far more true than chris can realize, the wound already slowly beginning to close up.
