[He notices her noticing him. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything about the night terrors--but he can't be the only one afraid to toss and turn in bed, right? It's habit, playing down his circumstances. It concerns people, and he wants the new friends he's making to have less, not more.
Still, he can't resist teasing her a bit, smile growing.]
Are you worried about me?
[There's a softie underneath Max's tomboyish exterior. Don't even pretend there isn't, he can see it.]
What about you? How are you making out in your room? We an always split the difference and work on the bedrooms a little at a time so at least they're all a little more sound-friendly.
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Still, he can't resist teasing her a bit, smile growing.]
Are you worried about me?
[There's a softie underneath Max's tomboyish exterior. Don't even pretend there isn't, he can see it.]
What about you? How are you making out in your room? We an always split the difference and work on the bedrooms a little at a time so at least they're all a little more sound-friendly.