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“You are coddling him. He deserves to know. Look at him; this is not the Max I saw last time. Have you even considered taking him to therapy?” Wendy asked, crossing her arms over her chest, frowning a little. “We have,” Oliver snapped. “He went a few weeks ago for his first appointment.” “And what did the therapist say?” “Damian said he spoke with the therapist and he said Max is dealing with complicated grief,” Oliver replied. “Have you ever considered the fallout? Of when you do tell him he is alive. What do you think Max is going to do? Tell me.” “Helios mentioned it. We said we would deal with it when we tell him.” “The first thing Max is going to want to do is to see him,” Wendy said. “What will you do then?” “We don’t f*****g know,” Oliver snapped. “Okay?! Is that what you wan