"I don't know why but I'm feeling lucky. Are you feeling lucky, Max?"
Harry smiled, a little irrationally optimistic but determined. As they headed to the lab below, he ignored the head of the board's half hearted protests and insistence that it wasn't the cure, that it was a trial but nothing would stop Harry. Not even the risk. He didn't even consult Max but he did look at him, not waiting, just putting it right into his neck with a smile. And it worked. It fucking worked. His hands stopped shaking for the first time since he was ... God, 11? 12? he couldn't even remember.
"They had it the whole fucking time. My dad died and they had it the whole--"
Something hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt an unstoppable, painful itch rip through the inside of his body. He lost his footing and dropped to the floor, curled into himself. "... Max?!"
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Harry smiled, a little irrationally optimistic but determined. As they headed to the lab below, he ignored the head of the board's half hearted protests and insistence that it wasn't the cure, that it was a trial but nothing would stop Harry. Not even the risk. He didn't even consult Max but he did look at him, not waiting, just putting it right into his neck with a smile. And it worked. It fucking worked. His hands stopped shaking for the first time since he was ... God, 11? 12? he couldn't even remember.
"They had it the whole fucking time. My dad died and they had it the whole--"
Something hit him like a ton of bricks and he felt an unstoppable, painful itch rip through the inside of his body. He lost his footing and dropped to the floor, curled into himself. "... Max?!"