[Max is good at presenting any kind of image she wants, it's something she's worked hard at, but standing here in the doorway, Maurice by her knees and Sarissa in front of her, she has no idea who she's supposed to be. She's just Max, and she doesn't know who that is. It leaves her feeling untethered, uncertain how to act.]
I-- alright, thank you. Just one moment.
[That moment is reserved for Maurice. Max kneels down so he can nuzzle her cheek while she hugs him tightly, not caring if Sarissa sees the display of genuine emotion.]
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[Max is good at presenting any kind of image she wants, it's something she's worked hard at, but standing here in the doorway, Maurice by her knees and Sarissa in front of her, she has no idea who she's supposed to be. She's just Max, and she doesn't know who that is. It leaves her feeling untethered, uncertain how to act.]
I-- alright, thank you. Just one moment.
[That moment is reserved for Maurice. Max kneels down so he can nuzzle her cheek while she hugs him tightly, not caring if Sarissa sees the display of genuine emotion.]