The one where I learn about his past.

A knock sounds on my door, waking me up from my sleep. I look around the room, disoriented but awake. Max is nowhere to be seen and I am on his bed.

“He put me on the bed” I mumble quietly. A small smile graces my lips at his thoughtfulness. From the light reflecting into the room from the window, I realise it's still light out.

“Ugh, this day is long enough” The knock sounds again, more insistent this time.

“I'll be right there!” I call out, a little of the irritation I feel colors my voice. I get up and run my hand through my hair in hopes of reducing the awful bed she'd I no doubt have, but I wince upon getting my fingers caught in a tangle.

Days of not running a comb through my hair have finally caught up with me, and I'm only grateful that when I first arrived someone put out clothes for me, but no one has had the initiative to repeat the action since then, and I was too preoccupied with my failed escape plan to demand more. I make a mental note to ask for more later.

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