Max

*you walk in to him making dinner. You get really angry and sad that he’s not pay attention to you so you say* y/n:why don’t you love me!? You hate me! Max:listen. I know you love me and I do too. But you have to understand I have to cook. Go play with your teddys. *you get really sad and start crying* max:*he finally snaps and says* you always got me fucked up! Go away I hate you! That’s why your dad is dead! *he realizes what he said* b-babe I’m sorry!