God, this is awkward because this is so old, but anyways, I honestly just discovered this and I'm new to this fandom and to the FFN world (I've only been a member for a month and a half). I love this fic. You have truly captured Max's splintered, shattered emotional state here. I especially like the morphine and heroin haze. Your descriptions are so believable. And the last line is absolutely wrenching. My only complaint is that this should have been classified as Hurt/Comfort, but that is trivial. I am totally rocking your post-war Max. ^_^

Aww, poor Max. I like this, you captured both his Heroin haze and what was just his splintered mind.

wow . . .

Loved it. Poor Max :(