#005. maxwell cobb ✦ ・ int.

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005. maxwell cobb ✦ ・ tag dump.

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the   cabin   is   run   down,   always   cold   despite   the   heater   on   full   blast   all   day;   there   isn’t   much   to   do   either,   and   by   day   three   max   already   feels   ready   to   climb   up   the   walls.   he   tries   to   hide   it,   though,   mostly   because   jack   was   safe   and   that   was   all   that   mattered.   ❛   it’s   not   as   cold   tonight,   doesn’t   look   like   it’ll   snow.   ❜   he   announced,   head   peeking   into   the   room   as   his   eyes   search   for   the   other   man.   ❛   i   was   thinking   we   could   go   up   to   the   roof,   the   sky’s   really   pretty.   ❜   /   @strcngcmagic​

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it   wasn’t   common   for   max   to   get   any   visitors   at   his   place.   not   ever   since   jack   had   gone   to   prison,   anyways.   it   had   been   quite   the   party   hub   before,   with   jack   being   an   incredible   host---   maxwell   wasn’t   as   social,   and   it   soon   became   clear   his   tiny   apartment   wasn’t   exactly   a   home.   that’s   why   he’s   caught   off   guard   at   the   knock   on   his   door,   jumping   up   from   the   old   couch   and   carefully   opening   the   front   door;   the   living   room’s   a   mess,   and   he’s   wearing   a   three   days   old   pair   of   sweatpants;   it’s   clear   he   wasn’t   expecting   anyone,   let   alone   james.   ❛   oh.   ❜   he   said,   pausing   for   a   moment.   despite   the   surprise,   a   sweet   smile   blossomed   on   his   lips.   ❛   hi,   james.   what---   did   we   agree   to   meet   up   ?   i’m   sorry   it   must’ve   slipped   my   mind.   ❜   the   apologies   die   on   his   lips   once   the   man   noticed   the   look   on   the   other’s   face,   frowning   in   concern.   ❛   is   everything   alright   ?   you   look---   what   happened   ?   ❜   //   closed   starter   for   @whitelics​