I sit on the edge of the bed.
Max in front of me.
Alex just to the side.
Max runs a hand through his hair again, pacing half a step before stopping in front of me like he can’t settle.
“You scared the s**t out of us.”
My chest tightens.
His eyes lock onto mine, frustration still there—but now there’s something underneath it.
Something raw.
“We’re all pissed at you,” he adds, quieter. “Every single one of us.”
I swallow, but I don’t look away.
Alex steps in slightly.
“You’re not someone we doubt,” he says. “You can handle yourself. We know that.”
“But that’s not the point.”
Max lets out a deep breath, shaking his head.
“That’s exactly why this is a problem,” he mutters. “Because you don’t hesitate. You don’t stop. You just… go.”
His gaze drags over my face like he’s trying to
