[ maxie doesn't talk. it's not that she can't, and it's not that she's afraid to- but things had changed when sydney came down. chuck had been pulled out of the city with that bulldog in his arms- a form she stuck to when he was feeling particularly obstinate, particularly determined.
her head rolls to one side, offers up more space to clean, but she doesn't open her eyes again. it's a casual kind of compliance, and it's one of the few things that allows the hansens to move around each other. the wuff of her breath can reach herc's boots.
his old man moves for the salt and chuck takes the pepper- eyes on the guy's plate. it isn't until his old man's putting the thing back that he snags a drumstick and promptly nabs a bite. ]
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her head rolls to one side, offers up more space to clean, but she doesn't open her eyes again. it's a casual kind of compliance, and it's one of the few things that allows the hansens to move around each other. the wuff of her breath can reach herc's boots.
his old man moves for the salt and chuck takes the pepper- eyes on the guy's plate. it isn't until his old man's putting the thing back that he snags a drumstick and promptly nabs a bite. ]