Friendly Fire

Max furiously smashed buttons on the controller, blocking the attack before it could cause any damage. The moment the barrage subsided, he returned it with a volley of his own, managing a direct hit on the perpetrator. 

"What the fuck?" Hunter asked, outrage in his voice. "I'm on your team, dude! I could have taken Hardin out with that attack! You know. Hardin. Who isn't on your team."

Max cleared his throat, his eyes darting to Hardin and then away, though not before he saw the tiniest of smiles playing at the corner of Hardin's lips.

"Oops. Got confused."

From where he was sitting off to the side, scrolling on his phone, Richard snorted.

Max shot him a glare. Like he was one to talk when he'd only managed to get his head out of his ass five seconds ago. 

Hunter huffed, falling back against the couch and watching as Hardin and Chance quickly took out Max, but even that didn't stop Max from feeling like he'd won something after all. 

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