"Enough for what? I'm not Max. I can't say what's sufficient, what's truly due him."
A pause, as she debates something, crossing one leg over the other.
"...he's the one that told me about this in the first place. In a far more forgiving fashion than I would expect anyone to. He knows I intended to speak with you."
Which means that for all the poison in her words, for all that she would love to make him squirm and lie and say it's some kind of justice, he's safe. They would remain words. Max has shielded him from the thinnest veil of an excuse to tear into him - much as she wants to tear into anyone, given provocation and a slip of self control.
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Date: 2024-07-16 10:26 am (UTC)A pause, as she debates something, crossing one leg over the other.
"...he's the one that told me about this in the first place. In a far more forgiving fashion than I would expect anyone to. He knows I intended to speak with you."
Which means that for all the poison in her words, for all that she would love to make him squirm and lie and say it's some kind of justice, he's safe. They would remain words. Max has shielded him from the thinnest veil of an excuse to tear into him - much as she wants to tear into anyone, given provocation and a slip of self control.