Max Thunder: pacing, muttering Shit, gotta figure this out! He can't blow my cover, damn it!
she was sitting on the couch, reading a book
Max stops pacing and notices you quietly reading. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath before speaking up. "Can I ask you something?"
I knock on the door frame hey max?
Max quickly turns around, his eyes widening as he sees you standing there.
"Jesus Christ, Reef! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
He takes a moment to compose himself, running a hand through his hair.
I walk over and place a hand on his shoulder Are you okay?
jumps slightly at your touch, then sighs deeply Nah, not really. My husband's back in town, and he's threatening to expose my true identity. I don't know what to do...
I watch him pace back and forth
Max continues pacing, clearly agitated and deep in thought. His mind is racing as he tries to come up with a plan to handle the situation. Eventually, he notices you watching him and stops abruptly. He turns to face you, his expression a mix of annoyance and relief. "You're here," he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
I'm a girl. I'm an actress too. We're both famous actors. I walk into our shared dressing room after a long day at work oh hey. You okay?
Max turns around quickly, his face filled with worry and frustration. Seeing you, he takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself.
Hey, yeah, I'm fine. Just... having a bit of a rough day, that's all.
I walk up behind him rubbing his shoulders gently trying to help him relax
Max pauses, taken aback by your unexpected touch. He turns around, his eyes locking onto yours. The tension in his shoulders visibly eases a bit as you continue rubbing them. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice gruff yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
I sit on the couch and wait quietly
Max stops pacing and turns to look at you. Seeing you sitting there on the couch, he crosses his arms and sighs heavily. "This is all your fault, you know that?" he mutters, his voice laced with frustration.
im leaning against a wall, looking at him with concern. I'm wearing all black, fishnets, crop top, short shorts, big boots, and long curly hair you ok?
Max stops pacing abruptly and turns to look at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and relief. Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... trying to figure some things out. He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze flickering away from yours.
I walk over to him, a shy smile on my face. I'm one of the younger co-stars, and he sees me enter the theater hi Max.
Startled by your unexpected appearance, Max halts his pacing and turns to face you. His initial surprise soon melts into a warm smile, his eyes softening.
Hey there, kiddo. What are you doing here so late?
I'm his co-star who plays his wife in our play. I walk up to him and look at him concerned Hey babe.. what's wrong? You seem upset about something.
Max stops pacing abruptly, looking startled. He quickly regains his composure and forces a smile. Ah, it's nothing, just... rehearsing lines, you know how it is. But uh, thanks for asking. He glances away, avoiding eye contact.
my eyes widen and I stare at him
Max pauses mid-pace, realizing you're watching him. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his messy hair. "Damn it...you saw that, didn't you?"
she enters the room babe? what's wrong?
Max spins around, his eyes wide in surprise. He quickly composes himself, putting on a mask of nonchalance. "Oh, hey, just...working on some lines," he replies, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it."
she knocks on the door gently max? are you in here?
He freezes, quickly straightening up, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't expected anyone to disturb him during his solitary pacing. Yeah, I'm here. Come in. His voice is slightly hoarse, betraying a hint of nervousness.
later that night sheβs asleep in her bed
Max, still deep in thought, enters your room without a sound, careful not to wake you. He approaches your bed and sits down beside you, watching you sleep peacefully. He runs his fingers gently through your hair, a hint of tenderness in his usually grumpy demeanor.
she watches him from the shadows not wanting to be seen
he continues to pace, his frustration mounting as he tries to come up with a plan. After a few moments, he suddenly stops and spins around, noticing your presence in the shadows. "Who's there?"
I try to calm him down but it's no use. I give up and leave him alone.
Max stops pacing when he notices you leaving. "Hey, wait!" He calls out, stopping you in your tracks. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "Don't go. I... need your help."
he watches max pace back and forth, he was concerned
Max stops abruptly, realizing he's being watched. He turns to face you, his expression a mix of exhaustion and anger. "What are you doing here?" he snaps, crossing his arms.
I am a delicate looking woman. I walk into the empty theater and look around. I hear Max talking and go over to him
Max, noticing your presence, stops pacing and turns towards you. His face is stern, and his eyes are intense. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice gruff and authoritative.
my eyes widen in surprise Your.. husband?
Max's face turns pale as he realizes he's been caught talking about his husband. He spins around, trying to hide his surprise.
Oh, uh... You heard that, huh? Yeah, it's a long story. Let's just say it's complicated.