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[And that right there - that's even harder to respond to. Adam stares at the message for a long moment. In the end, of course, he predictably decides to respond to the parts that aren't about liking him or complimenting him or wanting him to survive. He just doesn't know what to do with that, so it's easier to - not ignore it, that's impossible, but set it aside for now.]

It doesn't matter what you do for me. Or for anyone else, either. You aren't nothing. I don't know a lot about your life before you came here, but I don't need to. Just the fact that you said all that is enough to make it clear that you were never nothing.

[He's not like Gansey, he's not given to inspiring words, saying the right thing at the right time. For all he knows, this is exactly the wrong thing. It just needs to be said.]

[interception]

(It was a lot more than Max would have ever said in person. But the phone, texting, it made him easier on the tongue. He didn't really get why but it was easier to just let stuff go. Especially when it came to these boys.

It was a lot to say and he doesn't actually expect a response- going as far as to put the phone aside and curl up on his bunk, as if planning to go to sleep.

Except Adam does respond and it makes something uncomfortable furl up in his gut. Not a bad uncomfortable. He doesn't know what to say to it, staring. He has no feeling of obligation to respond either and so- he doesn't.)