Maverick Hudson, but you’ll call me Mav or Rick or whatever.That’s all there is to me, if you want to know more just ask.
calls: yolo - the lonely island
texts: girls love beyonce - drake
voicemail: trust issues drake
pic mssg: adorn - miguel
Thank you…for coming here.
No need to thank me. I was gonna come either way.
I just want him to be okay. I need him to be okay.
He will be. He’s a fighter.
No, I.. I didn’t think so. But that’s not what I mean. What if.. What if he’d still try to harm himself? Or worse.. I wasn’t completely rational when I told him to do it to me, instead. But what if he does?
Then you have to stay away with him until he’s sane again.
I know. But I’m still scared for when he wakes up. What if nothing’s changed by then?
Then I don’t know. Did he hit his head or something? Chances are he’ll wake up and not remember either of us.
[she nods without looking at him, pressing her face on her hands and running it through her hair after]
I’m sorry you had to see that. [he said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead] He’ll be fine though. Us Hudsons are fighters.
[he walks over to her and takes a seat] Were you there when it happened?
What floor are you on?