Joey slammed the door shut, and threw Max into a nearby armchair, keeping the gun fixed on his guest the entire time.
"Why the f**k are you doing this, Joey?" Max asked, with an almost defeatist tone.
"Why am I doing this?" Joey spat. "You really have to ask why I'm doing t-"
Max sighed, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue has best he could, but he couldn't hold it any longer, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I abandoned you and you're still throwing your little hissy fit about it. Look, you disappeared into a pile of clickers, my path to you was blocked, and I thought you were dead, so I left you. I admit it, okay, I left you. But in that moment, if I'd have thought there was even a slight chance that I could save you, I would have waded through those undead bastards. But I didn't, so I left
