OOC: You're
mean you know that?

This would be the Perfect time to bring in "Ghost" Alex, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet. Mind you, I do have another use for alex here.
Michael
Alex is dead.
That's the one thought though his whole monologue that I actually pay attention to. Alex is dead and Max blames himself. This is all fucked up I know, but hearing that, however paraphased it might be pisses the hell outta me and I fight to continue listening as Max unloads and not snap at him.
Of all the stupidity....Max takes the cake. It never fails; he always takes the responsibility, sometimes risking more than just himself to do it, and when he fails he kills himself, however figuritively, in penance; and it is
not his fault! Hell, its not even his responsibility - and the one person who should be standing with him, the one who claimed to care so much about him, is the only one who blames him.
Max looks at me, he looks straight at me and I return the gaze steadily.
"I wish for one night to forget all of this. To not worry about responsibility or the burden that I carry."
My heart aches at the statement, there's so much pain and sadness there it kills me. Max continues to look at me and it's almost as if he's asking - pleading - with me for help, to make it all go away. I'd do anything I can to help him, but I'm just not sure there is a way.....
My hair has began to grow and it reaches to just above my neck now; I run a hand through it in frustration, and we sit there - in silence - for what seems like ages. I'm sure it seems as if I'm frustrated with Max; I've never been the heart to heart type really and we both know it, but my frustration is the situation.
...then an idea hits me.
Max starts to speak, but I cut him off in a low, even tone - my eyes still on his. "There....may be a solution...."