Max POV
I had stopped the hard sobs and was down to soft sniffles when I heard the door open and close. My best guess would be Tank.
He must be worried that I was going to leave, and if I didn't care for him as much as I do, I would have done just that, and arranged to get my Grandpa's gear later. When I had sorted out my life and what I want to do with it. All I knew was that I didn't want to continue like this, I can't do it, I am tired, trying to do all they wanted out of me, and with the doc adding more, it was the last item that tipped the scales.
Bruiser ended up being the one to receive my anger; he was, after all, the bearer of all my workload, adding and adding and adding. Like I can do more and more, there are only twenty-four hours in a day, does he expect me to work twenty o
