[ It feels like when the guys first invited her to trick-or-treat. Basil's a lot smoother, funnily enough, probably because he's not tripping over himself trying to impress her. She can't really blame Lucas or Dustin though; they were thirteen, and Max already feels a lifetime wiser than when she was thirteen.
Regardless, the association's still there, because Max, who has greatly missed this in the months without her friends (sans Will), feels both like she'll burst with joy and also wants so badly to play it cool. Outside of ones sparked by burns, Basil has never really seen Max...vulnerable, and she's not in a hurry to change that. It's not that she thinks he'll use it against her—she just wants to keep up the illusion of being strong in front of him. In front of most people. ]
Will it be...just the two of us?
[ Somewhat joking, a tired but light tease in her voice. ]
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Regardless, the association's still there, because Max, who has greatly missed this in the months without her friends (sans Will), feels both like she'll burst with joy and also wants so badly to play it cool. Outside of ones sparked by burns, Basil has never really seen Max...vulnerable, and she's not in a hurry to change that. It's not that she thinks he'll use it against her—she just wants to keep up the illusion of being strong in front of him. In front of most people. ]
Will it be...just the two of us?
[ Somewhat joking, a tired but light tease in her voice. ]
Or do you wanna invite anyone else?