[mm; room 823]
Max has found a way to release all his pent-up energy without whining at Ben for sex!
He's taken up running!
Which he just spent an hour doing, around the lake. In the cold.
And since this is Max we're talking about, he's completely overdone himself.
By the time he makes it back to room 823, his body is like a freshly refrigerated Jell-O mold.
... one that hasn't yet completely solidified.
He flops onto his stomach the bed, doesn't bother to look for Ben because that would involve moving, and promptly falls asleep.
(A shower would probably be a better idea, but he doesn't have that kind of energy.)
He's taken up running!
Which he just spent an hour doing, around the lake. In the cold.
And since this is Max we're talking about, he's completely overdone himself.
By the time he makes it back to room 823, his body is like a freshly refrigerated Jell-O mold.
... one that hasn't yet completely solidified.
He flops onto his stomach the bed, doesn't bother to look for Ben because that would involve moving, and promptly falls asleep.
(A shower would probably be a better idea, but he doesn't have that kind of energy.)