Meanwhile…
Maxen stood in front of the apartment building, holding a plastic bag after going to the nearest convenience store. His eyes were on the floor and the unit where Luke would stay. The longer he stared at the rundown building, the more he couldn't help but compare the grandeur of the places Luke had.
Luke was a show-off, so even if Maxen was not interested in Luke's life, he was forced to know.
"I shouldn't help him," he muttered, dragging his feet to the stairs. "But he should've just stayed in the hotel."
Perhaps, it was because Maxen had experienced fleeing home that he could relate with Luke one way or another. It wasn't easy. Maxen survived all that because he knew deep down he could, but Luke? Not that Maxen thought Luke had a lower survival rate, but well, he couldn't help but think that way.
