"They were bound to figure it out sooner or later," Max replies, walking past Lucy and into the apartment, where he plants himself on her couch, sprawling out and propping his feet on the armrest all at once. It's the kind of thing his parents used to always give him shit for when he was a kid.

"So where've you been hiding? I can't get rid of you for weeks, then all of a sudden you go missing. What gives?" Max got what the deal was, and as much as he'd insisted to Lucy that he was okay and didn't need her around, he kinda missed it.