[ No one should ever mistake that expressiveness, that fluidity, for weakness. Least of all her. Stone doesn't adapt. Stone cracks. Even where you can't see. He doesn't shrug off punches from Superman by being too hard to break. ]
I do need you. [ There's no pain in that admission. If he thought he could do it alone, he would. But give him some credit for a little self-reflection. ] I'm no Beyoncé, I'm no good without the rest of Destiny's Child. But you can't do it without me, either.
[ He knows bait when he sees it, punches below the belt. Whatever she's done to Julian, at Julian's request, no doubt it'll be obvious. ]
I'll let you know if I find anyone.
[ Peace out, Max, this conversation should probably die here before they say something they really regret. ]
[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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I do need you. [ There's no pain in that admission. If he thought he could do it alone, he would. But give him some credit for a little self-reflection. ] I'm no Beyoncé, I'm no good without the rest of Destiny's Child. But you can't do it without me, either.
[ He knows bait when he sees it, punches below the belt. Whatever she's done to Julian, at Julian's request, no doubt it'll be obvious. ]
I'll let you know if I find anyone.
[ Peace out, Max, this conversation should probably die here before they say something they really regret. ]
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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.]