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Emery checked to see if Max was back, him looking drunk still with red eyes and shadows beneath, though being sober that day as he walked in. "You alright?" She asked, to which he shook his head and went straight to his room, locking himself in. Em gave up, continuing on making breakfast. |
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Noah watched Max go to his room, looking like a trainwreck before shrugging and grabbing an apple. |
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Em made a quick omelette, picking at it and eating some before sliding it into the can. |
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"You're not eating much?" he asked, concerned. She normally ate everything on her plate. That wasn't a jab at her, she was gorgeous, and she was perfect just the way she was, he was just concerned. |
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"No i'm just...not hungry." She explained, really just being worried about her brother. |
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"I'm just worried...about Max. He...he usually doesnt' do this." She admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze. |
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"He'll get better, just give it time," he said gently. |
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She sighed and shook her head, knowing she had gave it time. "I have, he hasnt improved and honestly is more boarded up then how you used to be. I've no clue what's going on, hopefully he'll even say a word to me." |
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Noah took her hand, squeezing it. "He'll come around eventually, trust me," |
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Light Rain then Clearing Overnight
