@mayfieldtm ; ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ - max >: ) ( x )
“ YEAH , WELL - STILL STANDING . ” ish . he still looks a little pale and not as steady on his feet as he usually does . frankly , Tommy appears as if he’d rather sit down , but there’s no complaint , no nothing coming from him this time . Jeremy’s stitches hold up fine , and the bandages they’d dug out of the first aid kit in his car are holding the rest together as well as can be expected . he’s even managed not to drink the entire goddamn bottle , largely motivated by the desire not to pass out on the floor of Munson’s dirty – ass trailer . . . but also by the fact that with all this shit happening around them , Max might need someone to look after her . someone packing a bit more muscle than Sinclair , god bless his skinny little ass .
he's still not sure why he cares , exactly . if it’s Max herself and that big mouth she has on her , that he finds entirely entertaining - or if it’s some deranged idea of legacy , something that has him believe that even though Billy had been a massive cunt in his lifetime , he’d want to know his sister is alright . he wasn’t so bad , Tommy had told her , some time before this shitshow had started . he was trying , I think . the look on her face had stuck with him since . some type of disbelief , but not directed at what he’d said . rather that he’d said it at all . some kind words about Billy Hargrove . funny how people constantly reminded everyone not to speak ill of the dead , but none of those fuckers managed something nice , either .
Tommy briefly looks at the Creel house at the end of the street ; no fucking clue what’ll wait for them exactly , but armed just enough and pretty much ready to protect those goddamn kids in whatever way necessary . he exhales a huff , fishing for the pack of cigarettes in his pockets - and lightly bumps Max next to him with his elbow . “ how are you holding up , carrot ? ”
