"I had a spare," he shrugged, because it could easily be written off as nothing. It was just too inconvenient to be expected to let Max in, every time he came skulking around, he might as well just save himself the trouble.

Sitting himself back down, with a sigh, he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, leaving the floor open for Max to say whatever he needed to. If it happened to be nothing, that was Max's choice.