Max looks down at the key on the table, nonplussed for a moment before he slides it to the edge of the table and picks it up, turning it over in his hands.
"No more waiting in the hall," he says. Not that there's exactly been a hell of a lot of that. Usually it's not like today. Usually, Max has got a phone and a way of at least trying to call ahead or something. He was never too good at messaging on that thing like most people do these days.
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Date: 2015-02-15 06:38 am (UTC)"No more waiting in the hall," he says. Not that there's exactly been a hell of a lot of that. Usually it's not like today. Usually, Max has got a phone and a way of at least trying to call ahead or something. He was never too good at messaging on that thing like most people do these days.
He tucks the key into his pocket.
"Thanks."