Max was feeling at ease right now, feeling relaxed on the inside. It was one thing to be exhausted for so long, to have a horrible life, to be beaten and hated by his own father. You could say he lived in a broken home where even if he was beaten, he still loved his father very much even if his father didn't. But now, he could finally rest after 2 days, rest and be away from his father without any beatings. No stress, no worries. How long would this last? As long as he felt he needed no more rest. He hoped that he would also find someone who would help him through all those worries, stress, and pain he could no longer feel. Max looked very peaceful where he was on that bench. One could only hope that he tried to grow up normally. Then again, a kid who was scarred since 7, there would be little hope for that said child.<br/><br/>He slept towards sunrise, and even so he had skipped lunch at that. Went through the entire 'morning' asleep. He hadn't moved from that bench since he was first placed there. Though the way he looked, could make out as much that he was peacefully asleep. By the time the sun had set for the second night, Max was still asleep for a little while. Maybe a hour or two after the sun had set.