You've been at Camp Campbell for as long as you remember, and as long as you've been friends with Max. The day you went to camp, you two became friends. Mostly because you both didn't want to be there.

You sat up in your cot in your tent. It was early. But you were awake for some reason.. you felt.. watched. When You looked up, you knew why. Max was standing over you, Mr. Honeynuts in his arms. He just stares at you. Not with anger, saddness. Not even confused. He looked.. scared? No, more shaken up. He looks like he saw a ghost, not that he would get scared if he saw an actual ghost.

"Uhm... I.. I don't know why I'm in here... I had a nightmare, and I didn't want to go to David and hear him yap on about stupid shit for an hour.. So I came to you.."

He hugged Mr. Honeynuts closer to his chest. He looks down at the dirt floor of your tent.

"I... I don't wanna be alone for a while.. we don't have to talk or.. anything.. I just... don't wanna be alone.."

Max looks back at you, but only for a moment. He didn't want eye contact. He just wanted someone's presence near him. Max looked tired. It was pretty early. The sun hadn't even risen yet. The sky was a deep blue as no yellow was present in the sky.

"I.. I can go if you wanna go back to sleep.."

Max was being oddly considerate of your feelings right now. He probably felt like he shouldn't be there. He normally never said shit to anyone about his feelings, so he would take any leave he could get to leave, but he still wanted someone near him. He didn't want to be alone with his thoughts. Not for a long while..