Max Caulfield (
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[What were the things that made her happy?
She racked her brain, pulling ideas out one by one, straining against the cobwebs of her lazy thoughts.
Maybe happiness is a muscle. You have to tend to it, work on it, keep it healthy and limber. You find the things that make you smile and practice those passions, before you forget why it is they cheered you up and buoyed you throughout the day.
And after a long time of disuse, you find that the happiness you used to have is out of reach. Before you know it, it's been weeks or months. Too long.
But you start small, go easy, work those muscles back into form. Day by day. Thought by thought. With determination and a single-mindedness that shuts the darker things away.
Baby steps down a long road.]
I think I actually went home for a day.
It's all kind of muddled up in my head. Sorta like a reverse-vacation.
A noitacav!
:|
So... what's new? ...Besides the lizardly adjustments.
She racked her brain, pulling ideas out one by one, straining against the cobwebs of her lazy thoughts.
Maybe happiness is a muscle. You have to tend to it, work on it, keep it healthy and limber. You find the things that make you smile and practice those passions, before you forget why it is they cheered you up and buoyed you throughout the day.
And after a long time of disuse, you find that the happiness you used to have is out of reach. Before you know it, it's been weeks or months. Too long.
But you start small, go easy, work those muscles back into form. Day by day. Thought by thought. With determination and a single-mindedness that shuts the darker things away.
Baby steps down a long road.]
I think I actually went home for a day.
It's all kind of muddled up in my head. Sorta like a reverse-vacation.
A noitacav!
:|
So... what's new? ...Besides the lizardly adjustments.
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And Sirius was... I think I played chess with him once. [Max sighs, a slight grimace on her face.] For what it's worth, I'm sorry he left.
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[ She nods, smiling sadly. ] His friends left at the same time, so at least he's not alone.
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And that last bit sounds like the reverse of someone else I know.]
I guess we can call that bittersweet. Maybe they're better off back home, anyway.
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[Max clutches her teacup in both hands, drawing into herself- shoulders inward, head down. There's a quiet pause before she brusquely holds the cup up to her lips again. The tea scalds her tongue. She coughs, spilling the liquid on herself, her eyes watering. From the heat. Probably.]
Ugh- Sorry!
[She sets the cup down with a clatter, trying to wipe the tea off her shirt with a bare hand. She clears her throat and tries to think of something to say to cover up the awkwardness.]
I, uh, I wish I'd gotten to know all of them better.
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Don't worry! It happens. And, well, there's plenty of people here who are worth getting to know better. You just have to remember to step out of your room sometimes.
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Well I think my shut-in days are over. For now.