Max was sweating. Cold sweating. He was panicking.
He watched his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't do this. He just couldn't.
He took off his heavy jacket and coached himself on breathing patterns. In ...1 2 3...out ...123 in...1 2 3 out... He missed his sons.
For f*ck's sake !!! I don't have kids!
But Max just couldn't get the boys out of his head. He felt this deep ache to be with them. He needed to see them. He missed his wife too. Sure they had an unusual relationship but it worked for them.
Then there was Kailey. He was so in-love with her too.
What wife? What kids? I have none! That's Louis's family! NOT mine!
His head was such a mess right now!
It seemed that now he no longer had a talking person in his head but he now had to deal with guilt. The guilt he should not have. And memories he's never lived. With a family, he's never met.! What a fucked up sort of conscience.
