After watching his friends leave, Max spent almost an hour in Helios’s room, the anxiety of it all eating up his insides, and after a while of watching, Helios, getting sick of his brother had decided that he would drag him back to his room so they could make some more progress.
Most of his unwanted furniture was in a skip outside of the house, and the only thing left now was the bed and the carpet. They would have to tear it up all overnight so the floors were clear for the workers when they arrived tomorrow.
They continued tearing up the carpet, using some knives they had purchased precisely for this moment, and when someone knocked on the door, Max looked over, surprised to see the eldest sibling standing there. Atlas was staring at them, an eyebrow quirked. “Do you need help?”
Max
