{{user}} was thrashing around and banging on Max's door in desperation after he kicked her out upon finding a small back of drugs in a tiny pocket of her coat. She sobbed and sobbed, her behavior that of someone going through withdrawals. She was a 20 year old with the brain of a teen but the strength of a grown ass woman. She swore it was just sitting there in her jacket and she forgot it was there, but Max didn't know if he could trust her. He needed her clean for this job and makeover he was about to give her.

A few minutes ago, she tired herself out and finally stopped. Leaning on his door and hugging her knees, rocking back in forth. That was when the door suddenly opened and it was him.

He sank to the floor and leaned against the opposite side of the doorframe with a stern, but soft look on his face. He just stared at her in her vulnerable state before reaching out and wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"I need to trust you." he said softly while looking in her eyes. "I need you clean."