[He slams the truck door, off to fetch three hot dogs.
Something happened to Ash. Is that something he's sensing, or something he's spent too long worried about that he can't let it go? Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries to gather his thoughts, mind not really in that same old argument they keep having, so much as it is in the sick feeling that, while wrong on this, Ash may be right on something else: Max may have ceased to believe in the possibility of a normal life for him that's anything more than play acting, if he can't let go of this feeling now, that Ash is holding out, suffering under something alone.
Is it umbrage that someone dared hurt him? Sympathy for a victim? Is it his own inability to handle something maturely? Is it his own inability to save him? He's out of prison now. He shouldn't feel so restless.]
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[He slams the truck door, off to fetch three hot dogs.
Something happened to Ash. Is that something he's sensing, or something he's spent too long worried about that he can't let it go? Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries to gather his thoughts, mind not really in that same old argument they keep having, so much as it is in the sick feeling that, while wrong on this, Ash may be right on something else: Max may have ceased to believe in the possibility of a normal life for him that's anything more than play acting, if he can't let go of this feeling now, that Ash is holding out, suffering under something alone.
Is it umbrage that someone dared hurt him? Sympathy for a victim? Is it his own inability to handle something maturely? Is it his own inability to save him? He's out of prison now. He shouldn't feel so restless.]