Wordlessly, Brian arched a brow, because they both knew that didn't explain what Max was doing at his apartment. Instead of saying anything, he let his hand drop to the knot of Max's tie, fingers grazing Max's throat before he slid his grip along the length of the tie, tugging gently.

"It's not a bad look," he smirked, "Too bad you haven't interviewed with anyone who wanted to fuck you, you'd have been hired on the spot."