Wyatt felt Max's weight increasing by fractions as they journeyed back to their room, but his support never wavered. His grip only tightening, shifting only closer as Max leaned on him.
He'd missed the moment, there on the battlefield. He hadn't been able convince 13 to keep looking when they'd debated the search.
He wasn't going to fail Max again.
The room was as it was the day Max had left. As if he'd merely been gone for moments, rather than months. His sparse belongings still mixed with Wyatt's upon the small shelf. His little alter untouched.
Even the bed looked unslept in.
Wyatt helped him ease down on it and reached for him. Squeezing his shoulder firmly before drawing reluctantly back just far enough to left the nurse slip between them.
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He'd missed the moment, there on the battlefield. He hadn't been able convince 13 to keep looking when they'd debated the search.
He wasn't going to fail Max again.
The room was as it was the day Max had left. As if he'd merely been gone for moments, rather than months. His sparse belongings still mixed with Wyatt's upon the small shelf. His little alter untouched.
Even the bed looked unslept in.
Wyatt helped him ease down on it and reached for him. Squeezing his shoulder firmly before drawing reluctantly back just far enough to left the nurse slip between them.