[She bites her tongue on a fuck you, on an of course we need you, on anything she wants to say that rings too close to the truth or too much like an admission. No need to point out that he's the one who called her a sociopath, or accused her of playing one, at least.
In the end, Max doesn't say anything at all. Good luck would ring too hollow after this, everything else is too cruel. The best she can do is hold her head high while she watches him leave, waits until he's out the door to snatch up the closest thing that isn't nailed down (a mug, with the dregs of terrible coffee). There's a satisfying shatter when it hits the wall.]
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In the end, Max doesn't say anything at all. Good luck would ring too hollow after this, everything else is too cruel. The best she can do is hold her head high while she watches him leave, waits until he's out the door to snatch up the closest thing that isn't nailed down (a mug, with the dregs of terrible coffee). There's a satisfying shatter when it hits the wall.]