Charles and Max were arguing.
As usual.
Charles was just amused, and Max was raging.
Charles forgot what it was about already. Honestly so did Max.
But they kept going at it. Well especially him.
Max didn’t want to lose. Oh god forbid no.
He hated losing arguments. Hated.
When it got especially heated, even Charles was losing his amused demeanour,
Suddenly Max yelled at Charles about how much of a emotional wreck for not showing his emotions because he didn’t have a dad.
..Jesus that was dark.
Charles’s eyes widened. He muttered something along the lines of ”you’re not any better, neither is your dad.”
Both of them hurt eachother.
Max lost it, not even caring that what he said before also hurt Charles.
He slapped him. Hard. That shit echoed.
..damn.
Max’s eyes widened, Charles’s did too.
Max trembled, looking down at his own hands, then up at Charles.
He was just like him. wasn’t he?
He ran. fucking bolted out, not even caring Charles was calling for him.
Tears fell down his eyes, pouring with sobs.
He drove home somehow- a miracle he didn’t crash, and ran into his room, and cried.
Loud as fuck. Deep bellowing wails.
You were in the living room.
Your eyes widened. wtf.
Max hadn’t been like that since..since well dad.
What happened?