[Closed-ish] and here's the flipside

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max Rockatansky (still 22... for a bit...) and you.
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit, Starstruck, etc.
When: the days before the 8th. Follow-up to his first post. It may also involve threads after Max reverts back, to keep things all together.

Max slowly reverts back to his old ways -- and it's terrifying.

Warnings for mental illness, PTSD, and the situations that may arise from them! There will be top comments for different people inside; if you're interested in tagging into this with Max as he reverts back to older!Max, hit me up via PP on plurk or PM, and we can flesh something out!)

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[theroadcop]

[He can't bring himself to reply at first. Why wouldn't he have mentioned them? The possibilities, all grim, spiral through his mind. There's a terrible sickness in his stomach and a buzzing in his ears, and it's only when she moves does he break out of that shell-shocked silence to sit down. It's mechanical, smoothly robotic, and he rubs his palms across the sides of his head.

This bar counter sure looks interesting, doesn't it.

They'll be okay. He was but a rough, secretive person. Maybe his job made him colder than he used to be, more angry. But he remembers a little, remembers the world. He doesn't remember his family in them. Denial seems to be the best choice, but it's harder and harder to hold onto.]

[namisan]

[Nami says nothing more. Not now. He's struggling with it; she can see that.

After long moments, she puts a glass down gently in front of him. Whiskey.]