In the moment, Max had completely forgotten about Gus just across the room. He peels himself off of the wall when Brian pulls away, running one hand through his hair as he exhales. He still needs to get that haircut, one of these days. Shit, maybe that's where he's been going wrong with this whole job thing.

"Nanny with the afternoon off? Talk about bad fucking timing," he says, though he's trying to pull himself together, yanking off his tie all the way to stuff it in his pocket.