Where: Max’s house When: Evening Who: @leoxdawson
It had been another long day in a series of long days but that was basically Max’s life at this point. He loved his work, liked being able to help people and to ease suffering where he could, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting. The shift lengths were intense even at a small hospital like the one in Wolford, sometimes especially because of that. It wasn’t like doctors were flocking here so the ones they did have ended up putting in extra time. Somehow, he managed to make it work and generally survived on caffeine and force of will, though he knew how important sleep was. There just weren’t enough hours in the day.
Leo had dropped Beatrice off at the house today after Max got home and then she’d talked him into staying for the whole bed time ritual (not exactly a hard sell - Leo was generally a softie for Bea) and now she was in bed and Max had told Leo he could stay for a drink and some company, if he wanted. That had gone over so now Max had his feet kicked up with a beer and he’d somewhat surprisingly found a bottle of wine in his fridge and had poured Leo a glass. When had he bought wine? It was hard to remember small details but at least he had it.
“Seems like we never get to chat unless Bea’s around.” Max noted, glancing over at his brother. “So in the spirit of adult conversation: how are you?” He took a sip of beer as he waited for the reply.
