Tank POV
I felt bad for Max, seeing what was written on the walls, yet she barely looked at them, almost like she had seen it all before, and worse. That only made me mad, and the urge to protect her, but I get this feeling that since she was kicked out of her home, she has started to blossom into a badass girl, and I like this one she is becoming. I get fed up with the shy, weak ones that come to you, bat their eyelids at you, and rub against you, get the baser side of you worked up, only because you are big and strong, not that I have a problem with that, if it strokes our egos. Still, often they get up to no good and expect you to bail them out, and that's the part I don't like: seeing our guys get used and not see it till it's too late.
With Max, I feel it's different; she wouldn't
