They didn't care.

to  be  entirely  honest,  he  feels  (  &  looks  )  surprised  when  max  actually  offers  up  the  juice  box  —  this  suggests  he  might’ve  been  looking  to  cause  a  fight  from  the  very  beginning,  but  even  the  selfish  statement  his  brother  had  uttered  beforehand  goes  ignored  as  sam  hesitantly  picks  up  the  second  juice  box  &  simply  fiddles  with  the  straw.  ❝  …  oh.  thanks.  ❞  what  more  is  there  to  say?  disregard  his  lack  of  eloquence  &  consider  his  mood  improved,  a  shift  conveyed  by  the  smallest  of  smiles  (  an  expression  that  is,  at  the  very  least,  introspective,  )  but  it’d  be  uncharacteristic  for  either  of  them  not  to  look  pissed  off  &  he  ends  up  reclaiming  that  resting  face  just  a  moment  later.  everyone  probably  missed  the  interruption  …  but  maybe  max  saw,  even  if  to  say  so  would  be  to  betray  their  unspoken  brotherly  code.

finally,  he  drinks  max’s  juice,  too.  neither  of  them  have  eaten  much  of  anything,  &  if  they  were  closer,  sam  would  point  that  out  …  but  they  aren’t,  so  neither  of  them  say  a  word.  that’s  basically  how  it’s  always  been,  both  of  them  growing  independent  rather  than  relying  on  each  other  &  thinking  in  unison  about  how  that’s  for  the  best.  parting  his  lips  from  the  juice  before  he  can  actually  finish  it,  he  decides  to  speak  again  —  this  time,  he’s  not  poking  the  bear.  (  not  deliberately,  at  least.  )

❝  we  haven’t  done  anything  together  in  weeks.  ❞  it’s  just  the  truth,  an  observation  he’s  made  in  an  apathetic  tone.  of  course,  max  isn’t  referring  to  the  kinds  of  family  activities  which  siblings  in  movies  would  love  to  do  together,  not  even  some  farfetched  twin  film.  the  only  thing  they  seem  to  be  able  to  work  together  to  do  is  cause  trouble,  &  that  always  improves  sam’s  mood  —  only  for  a  moment,  sure,  but  improvement  is  improvement.  honestly,  he  doesn’t  know  about  max,  &  can’t  bring  himself  to  care.  ❝  we  should  today.  if  you  want.  ❞

   For a moment, Max's eyes focused on the woody table as he continued to listen to the silence until his brother's voice cut into his earth.

  His fingers tap lightly on the wooden table, as he listened to his brother's words. As he was quieter than usual, though he was a good listener and he didn't want to admit it but Sam was right. They rarely did much together in the past days, weeks and it felt.. strange for him to not do anything, even though he is known not to be the lightest little buddy, he would take enjoyment in the littlest adventures, without those, everything seemed a bit colorless. They should do something together again, it would be better for them anyway. 

Max: I don’t trust the guy. He’s like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil.

Snake: Dirty?

- an marvel centered oc

- kitty from the mask (courage the cowardly dog) and courage himself