SILENT (MV x CL)

35. PANIC ATTACK

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hi lovely dears, before we start my apologies for not uploading for such a long time. I hope you stayed for this chapter and I promise more will come but uploads will be very much slower then they were before. I work a lot since 3 weeks and I need to find a spot in my schedule to write which I find hard. But believe me, never will I ever abandon this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter tho.

ps. @xxflowerelinexx You promised people to comment on every paragraph so good luck.

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Max opened the only slightly opened door. He walked inside, revealing Charles sitting on the edge of the bed. Max immediately sat beside them. Like he had done more than once before.

"What is it with you and having panic attacks at night?" Max joked, not in any wat making it sound mean. Rather to try and lighten the mood.

"I only have them when you are not around." Charles admitted, still a bit out of breath. It surprised Max and he thought Charles was only saying that to flatter him. Little did he know it was nothing more than the truth.

Max hummed a bit in agreement and placed a hand on Charles' shoulder.

"You're tensed." Max said as he massaged him with one hand.

"What do you expect?" Was Charles' reaction as if it was obvious. Max decided not to answer the question, however he asked one back.

"What was it you were stressed about?" He asked continuing the one-hand-massage.

"I don't really know." Charles lied, not daring to look at Max. Max knew Charles wasn't speaking the truth, but he had also spotted the bags under his eyes and how his nose was a bit red. He had been crying. Max suspected it had been about the exact same topic he had been fuzzing over this afternoon, people finding out.

"Come on, lay down." Max said instead of arguing or proceeding to try and talk about it.

Charles laid down on his back causing Max to chuckle.

"Turn around Charle." He said with an amused grin dancing around his lips. He hovered over Charles to whisper in his ear.

"Give me two seconds."

Charles kept his place, on the bed, feeling a bit confused and alone when Max stood up.

Halfway towards the bathroom, Max stopped and turned around.

"Oh, and take off your clothes for me, will you?" He said, knowing how weird it must have sounded for Charles. Then he disappeared inside the bathroom.

Max asking that had sounded weird, nonetheless Charles obeyed Max's request without a doubt. He took off his clothes also taking off his underwear, before laying down on the bed again, this time butt naked.

In the mean time, Max was washing his hands in the bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Oh god, Charles must think I am a dumbass, I look like fucking shit.

His hair was all over the place, but to be fair, he just woke up.

He tried to fix it a bit using his now clean hands. When he looked decent again, he went on with what he came to do. His focus went to the small bottels, that were perfectly displayed on the countertop.

He mumbled the words displayed on them as he grabbed them one by one. "Shampoo, no. Conditioner, no. Shower gel, no..." All of them were placed neatly back on their original spot. "No oil...?" He mumbled as he went went to grab the next bottle. "Bodylotion, that will work." He spoke, thinking out loud.