[Week 3, Tuesday: Max]

[purrtagonist]

[wherever Max is, someone is bumping the back of his head lightly with a cup of-- GASP-- coffee! it's Akira. of course it's Akira. who else would it be]

There has to be a better place to hide that coffee maker than in the McDonald's bathroom.

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[purrtagonist]

[oh :(]

You didn't go with her?

[concertmaster]

Yeah, we've already established my attachment to living was pretty low. I wasn't gonna just fucking let Campbell have his way so I could go back to, what, a life where I'd have the lifelong trauma AND be neglected by my parents? There's only do much shit a kid can take, Joker. I wasn't planning on being the next cover story for teen suicides.

[purrtagonist]

[and with the entire camp gone. . . god. man]

I'm sorry.

[he knew Max's situation had to be bad, considering how he withdrew every single time Akira brought up his past Game. but even he couldn't imagine it being this bad]

I'm so sorry, Max.

[concertmaster]

Don't. Fucking--

[he looks like he might tear up again]

You didn't have shit to do with it, so why are you apologizing, dumbass?

[purrtagonist]

It's how one shows empathy. That's why.

I feel for your loss. And it sucks that you had to go through that.

[concertmaster]

Never heard of it.

[:///!!!]

Save your fucking empathy for something that matters. This shit's done.

[purrtagonist]

It's done, but it still hurts, right?

[it's as he said before. . .]

You can always talk about it with me again, if you'd like. But we can move on.

[concertmaster]

I've done enough bullshit sharing for a lifetime, thanks. You got the context you wanted, that's all you need.

[purrtagonist]

[a nod, and he stops there]

All right.

[staring down at the paper in his lap]

. . . give me a few days for this, okay? I imagine you'd deliver it on Monday?

["a few days" means "time for Akira to talk to Setz and decide that Setz should write the letter instead"]

[concertmaster]

Yeah. You've got until Sunday night to decide on what you want to write.

[purrtagonist]

Okay. I'll come see you then.

[he stands up, and tucks the paper and pen into his pocket]

For now? That's all I have.

[concertmaster]

Alright.

[he says a variation of this every week but]

Try not to get your ass Erased before then. It's break week.

[purrtagonist]

If I got my ass Erased on break week, that'd be pretty damn pathetic.