She would hate to know he's scarred up so much. Like either of them need visible reminders of what happened. As for Kaplan, Max might just have to meet him, but no one gets to replace Billy Hargrove.
Everyone from Hawkins has hugged her at this point, and Max doesn't think she has been been hugged this much in her life and it's been all a few days. She certainly isn't going to stop Billy until he's done. She does squeeze him a for a second, eyes shut tight, then he lets go and she steps back.
"Yeah, you know how to fuck up like a pro," Max smirks, it's not untrue, but not meant to be unkind, "But this time, I'm going to try to help you." Try because they both know she is going to lose her temper with him, and slam something at some point. Still, Max wants to.
Considering how broken Billy seems - never mind they're both vulnerable or anything like that - Max had been prepared to offer to stay the night, using the storm as an excuse, of course, but Billy beats her to it.
She opens her mouth, closes it, her eyes drift to a spot off to the side and she shrugs, "Sure. I'll take this spot on the floor." She looks at Billy, partially smiling as she adds, "Out of your pacing path."
Max takes off her jacket to ball it up into a pillow, then tells him, tone serious but matter-of-fact, once more, "If I wake up, it's not you, but I don't want to talk about it. Not tonight." There have been enough trauma confessions.
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Everyone from Hawkins has hugged her at this point, and Max doesn't think she has been been hugged this much in her life and it's been all a few days. She certainly isn't going to stop Billy until he's done. She does squeeze him a for a second, eyes shut tight, then he lets go and she steps back.
"Yeah, you know how to fuck up like a pro," Max smirks, it's not untrue, but not meant to be unkind, "But this time, I'm going to try to help you." Try because they both know she is going to lose her temper with him, and slam something at some point. Still, Max wants to.
Considering how broken Billy seems - never mind they're both vulnerable or anything like that - Max had been prepared to offer to stay the night, using the storm as an excuse, of course, but Billy beats her to it.
She opens her mouth, closes it, her eyes drift to a spot off to the side and she shrugs, "Sure. I'll take this spot on the floor." She looks at Billy, partially smiling as she adds, "Out of your pacing path."
Max takes off her jacket to ball it up into a pillow, then tells him, tone serious but matter-of-fact, once more, "If I wake up, it's not you, but I don't want to talk about it. Not tonight." There have been enough trauma confessions.