@YoungestMell He ate more compliantly as time went on, and it reached the point where he was leaning over and letting out soft "aah-"s when he wanted food.
About halfway through the nuggets a question popped into his mind.
" Max...why did you learn BDSM rope stuff-"
@YoungestMell Messy hair shows itself from around the corner, lithe frame peeking out in one of Max's massive hoodies.
He pads over to the couch, eyes locked on the drink as he approaches. He moves to snatch it from him, desperate.
@YoungestMell He had to huff on his inhaler a couple of times, eyes red and face splotchy and wet.
His awkward frame curled up limply, and he looked down. "I'm not...all that great..."
@YoungestMell He really can't stop crying, openly sobbing now. His hands are moving to wipe at his cheeks and eyes, glasses clattering to the floor.
"I-I-I...I...I-"