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Sam pulled on a tanktop and a pair of leggings and went back out to check on Max. “Are you actually alright, Max?” She asked softly. “Like honestly?” She didn’t expect to get an answer out of the teen, but it never hurt to try.
Max’s head popped back up when Sam reentered the room, her amber eyes a little sparklier than usual. “Honestly am I all right,” she repeated aloud, as if her saying the words would help them connect in her mind. “I dunno. I mean, I’m not mentally insane, I don’t have a migraine at the moment… Seems pretty all right to me.”
“Do you want some ibuprofen?” The door bell rang and Raliegh hopped up, barking. “Alright alright, i’m coming.” She got up and went to the door, accepting the two large pizzas. “I don’t know what type you wanted, so I got pepperoni and Hawaiian.”