(Truthfully, he probably did have a concussion. He probably had a concussion before even showing up in this place. Desert Jesus really out here defying whatever comes his way.
The offer of water makes Max physically recoil, but only out of shock. For a second he wonders if it's poisoned or a trick but this place looks so lush and alive. He stares uncertainly at Gansey, but Splendid's face comes to mind. Her unrelenting generosity to a world that never showed her the same.
He slowly takes the water from Gansey, frowning. He doesn't thank him nor does he rush to drink the water. He sniffs at it and takes a small sip, and then it's game over. Despite the warning, he plows the water down, too desperate, too thirsty after years of severe dehydration to do anything else with it.
Only when the water is nearly gone does he move to sit. Mostly because he's feeling a bit dizzy and he needed to get off his leg. He lands with a loud huff and a graveled groan. He leans over his own legs, digging his fingers into the ruined meat of his bad knee.)
Don't bother. (Short, gruff. He still wasn't interested in holding conversations if he could help it. Searching for words was exhausting.)
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The offer of water makes Max physically recoil, but only out of shock. For a second he wonders if it's poisoned or a trick but this place looks so lush and alive. He stares uncertainly at Gansey, but Splendid's face comes to mind. Her unrelenting generosity to a world that never showed her the same.
He slowly takes the water from Gansey, frowning. He doesn't thank him nor does he rush to drink the water. He sniffs at it and takes a small sip, and then it's game over. Despite the warning, he plows the water down, too desperate, too thirsty after years of severe dehydration to do anything else with it.
Only when the water is nearly gone does he move to sit. Mostly because he's feeling a bit dizzy and he needed to get off his leg. He lands with a loud huff and a graveled groan. He leans over his own legs, digging his fingers into the ruined meat of his bad knee.)
Don't bother. (Short, gruff. He still wasn't interested in holding conversations if he could help it. Searching for words was exhausting.)