#max:meredith

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Text - Meredith and Max

Meredith:MAxxxxxxxxxxx

Meredith: Max, do you knute how awesome you are/

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Busted

Meredith knew what Max was feeling, because she felt her own version of it. She wished there was something she could do. To help anyone, but she felt so useless. She picked up her coffee mug and pursed her lips in thought. “The best thing we can do right now is stay put. We have to put our faith in Adriena and Logan. We have to believe that they can do that, and know that us being here and safe is helping them stay focused on what needs to be done.” Though, she knew that Logan was going to have trouble focusing with Tara mysteriously gone. “It sucks, but we have to stay put.” Something Meredith never thought she’d say. @thelightxwithin​

[mollysmythtymsyllom]

Max stared at his target paper with a tiny smile and then glared over at hers; his smile disappearing in an instant. “The better question would be, who taught you how to shoot?” Max raised a brow, perfect rounds in the target. He leaned back for a second and swapped out his ammunition to his gun. “Wanna raise the stakes?” Bets, bets, bets; and dares, because he was aiming for something different this time. @thelightxwithin​

Meredith gave Max a smug look, then shrugged. “That would be the infamous Kathy Webster herself,” she said as she changed out her own amo. “She started taking me to the shooting range when I was eleven.” Her mother was a great cop, as far as being a mother. . . well she was a great cop. “I’m listening.” There was a chance that Max was playing her here and that he could shoot better than what he just did, but Meredith didn’t doubt that she’d have another good round of shots if they went again.