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The Maxcar sequel to my fic Oh, golden boy ... Oscar giggles to himself again. Max cocks his head at him in question. He must probably think Oscar’s gone insane. He can’t fault him for it. He is feeling a bit insane. He blames it on the gin. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me sweet before. Or emotional.” Max looks at him for a long second, his gaze heavy, wandering. For all the time he's forced to spend in front of a camera, Oscar has never learned to be comfortable being looked at. For some reason though, when it is Max looking at him, it never seems to be an issue. When Max looks at him, he doesn’t feel like he’s being scrutinized, surveyed to be then analyzed and picked apart a hundred times; he feels simply being seen, taken in with all his goods and bads as if they're not something to be judged, but to be accepted as a mere, faultless facts. “Well, maybe they don’t know you well enough.” He blushes, his face feeling ablaze. “And you think you do?” “It’s a work in progress.” Max says, simple as ever, simple as if the statement doesn’t want to make Oscar down the entire bottle of alcohol in front of him and start screaming.

Fics like Pareidolia

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