"Yeah," Max says, and nods again before heading upstairs, though somehow, there's a part of him that's surprised. Not so much that Brian's not gonna split, but that he didn't tell Max to get the hell out the second he'd opened the door. It's not something he's been waiting for, too wrapped up in his own shit to consider the possibility of it, but walking through that door after days gone, he'd been expecting it.

When the words don't come, there's still no relief. And even after he showers for nearly a half an hour, he still doesn't feel clean. He leaves his clothes— someone else's pants— in a corner on the bathroom floor and pads downstairs in bare feet, his hair still damp.

He's not sure where the hell he's supposed to go from here.

"Kimmy and Gus go out?" Max asks, mostly just for something to say.