If Enjolras inspired any kind of feelings of safety or assurance in Maxxie then the feelings certainly weren't reciprocated. Running in to his ex-student had been an uncomfortable shock that he'd done well to hide; his recent capture and brief stint as one of Baelheit's numerous and varied political prisoners had taught him that unfortunately not all of his ex-colleagues and students from the Institute could be entirely trusted.
He silently followed Maxxie in to the safehouse, casting long and uncomprimising looks over his shoulder to check that they weren't being followed. Once inside he continued to keep his distance from Maxxie and settled for standing on the other side of what might have once been a bar.
Arms crossed, Enjolras regarded Maxxie with a proud, critical stare made all the more ferocious by the fact that he lacked his usual mane of blond hair to frame his expression. His shorn hair gave him an odd, savage look that was entirely at odds with the usual delicacy of his pale features.
Maxxie watched Enjolras worriedly, still, after all this time, unused to seeing people so changed since Bailheit's takeover. He thought seeing Enjolras would be familiar and warm and finally something right in the world, but the look he was receiving now made him all the more aware that nothing was the same anymore.
"I..."
Maxxie hugged his arms to his chest. What was he doing here? What was he doing anywhere anymore except looking for a place to sleep or hunting down some scraps of food before he moved on, looking for anyone he knew and avoiding being caught.
"I was just looking for somewhere safe," he confessed. "I swear I'm not..."
Enjolras was right not to trust him, or anyone, even if he could never have gone to that side. Maxxie had already trusted too many people, people that he'd never thought would lie to him, and he'd trust a few more before this was all over.
"Safe places are hard to come by nowadays," Enjolras agreed, thoughtfully shifting his his gaze towards the door as he remembered that not everyone had a tightly-knit network of sympathetic friends like Les Amis to rely on like he did.
Still, it was with them in might that he continued to keep his distance. This safehouse wasn't a particularly major one but it was strategically-placed in the depths of New York city to make it useful enough. He leaned on the bar with a sigh and made a mental note to warn the others to stay away until he was certain that Maxxie hadn't been sent by Baelheit's police. "What happened to your friends? Where's Chris?" he asked, turning his gaze back on Maxxie.
He was somewhat used to the pangs of sadness that came over him when mentioning Chris or Eric or anyone that he hadn't seen in... he didn't know how long. Maxxie hunched his shoulders and looked at his shoes. He had been too easy to break, before. Now, even though he would never be stoic and hardened the way some of the others had, he wouldn't cry no matter what. Showing weakness had led him to be taken advantage of too many times.
"I think he got... taken in... I haven't seen him for a long time. I haven't seen many of the others either since the raid on the school either."
He looked back up at Enjolras, looking like a kicked puppy. "Do you not trust me?"
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He silently followed Maxxie in to the safehouse, casting long and uncomprimising looks over his shoulder to check that they weren't being followed. Once inside he continued to keep his distance from Maxxie and settled for standing on the other side of what might have once been a bar.
Arms crossed, Enjolras regarded Maxxie with a proud, critical stare made all the more ferocious by the fact that he lacked his usual mane of blond hair to frame his expression. His shorn hair gave him an odd, savage look that was entirely at odds with the usual delicacy of his pale features.
"What are you doing here?"
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"I..."
Maxxie hugged his arms to his chest. What was he doing here? What was he doing anywhere anymore except looking for a place to sleep or hunting down some scraps of food before he moved on, looking for anyone he knew and avoiding being caught.
"I was just looking for somewhere safe," he confessed. "I swear I'm not..."
Enjolras was right not to trust him, or anyone, even if he could never have gone to that side. Maxxie had already trusted too many people, people that he'd never thought would lie to him, and he'd trust a few more before this was all over.
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Still, it was with them in might that he continued to keep his distance. This safehouse wasn't a particularly major one but it was strategically-placed in the depths of New York city to make it useful enough. He leaned on the bar with a sigh and made a mental note to warn the others to stay away until he was certain that Maxxie hadn't been sent by Baelheit's police. "What happened to your friends? Where's Chris?" he asked, turning his gaze back on Maxxie.
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"I think he got... taken in... I haven't seen him for a long time. I haven't seen many of the others either since the raid on the school either."
He looked back up at Enjolras, looking like a kicked puppy. "Do you not trust me?"
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