25 Unicorn Street [Late Monday morning]
Max didn't really remember stumbling home last night and collapsing onto the floor. He didn't think he'd actually slept because as awareness slowly filtered back in he found he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the living room, still with no shirt. This suggested that's the position he'd fallen into when he'd gotten back, but he didn't actually remember it.
And he sat there without moving for a while longer, thinking. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, his mind running in circles about what had happened last night, but there was a lot to process so it was probably quite some time.
Eventually he pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and wandered off to take a shower. A long shower. And shave. And get some clean clothes.
He needed to feel like he was in control again.
[Mostly establishy, but open to roomies if they wish.]
And he sat there without moving for a while longer, thinking. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, his mind running in circles about what had happened last night, but there was a lot to process so it was probably quite some time.
Eventually he pushed himself unsteadily to his feet and wandered off to take a shower. A long shower. And shave. And get some clean clothes.
He needed to feel like he was in control again.
[Mostly establishy, but open to roomies if they wish.]