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I've mentioned it before in the forum and other places, but yes... that pink starburst mark that's visible on the top and bottom of Max's right foot isn't a tattoo. It's a scar.
To be fair, her father's exact words were "this hunting trip isn't over until you've shot something".
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(Wednesday evening, INT: MH's bedroom.)
TH (hugging): Look, Max, I know you're scared of... yourself sometimes.
MH: You don't know.
TH: You're right, I don't know. I don't know what it feels like. I don't know what sort of headspace I'd have to be in to try to drown myself or starve myself or shoot myself in the foot.
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TH: But I do know that being happy and experiencing pleasure twenty-four-seven isn't a realistic goal either. It's not attainable for you, and you can't impose it on others.
MH: I just... I want you to be happy, Trent. We can do whatever you want tonight. Really.
TH: Well, what I want to do right now is cuddle. So get over here.
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[silence]
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MH: .....so we're just gonna cuddle with the lights on and your boner in my back, huh?
TH: Yes. Yes we are.
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