"Well, I'm not going to use you, Max. I'm just doing shit with you. You ever think like, I don't know, I'm being a dick or whatever, just tell me. Cause we talk and communicate. That's what friends do. So many people don't get that, that-that you just -- just talk." And yet, Peter couldn't fucking do it with him. He wouldn't have the same issues with Max, they would share. Tell each other stuff. Maybe hug more. Max was good at that. Hugging. He had a strange solidness that felt comforting and safe.

He picked his car, checked it had a satnav inside and then gestured to it.

"That one. Show me what you got, Max." He was genuinely excited, watching with great interest because the things Max could do were amazing.