Any details around Vicky's death weren't something Max had, other than rumours. He understood that the Exchange was involved, which meant magical bullshit was afoot. That was enough for Max to lose any desire to dig and leave it to the experts. He had to wonder how much headway Markus was making, investigating something so entrenched in magic when he seemed so new to it all.
As he sipped his beer and let Markus keep talking, Max realised he was a little unsettled about the conversation. Had Markus learnt it... from Vicky? Because of? Max had seen what she'd worked on, the notes she'd left around and he'd read, and he hadn't liked it. The conversation he'd had with her after that had just made it all worse. Max knew it was a step too far to assume Markus was following in her footsteps, though, but it felt only like common sense to be wary of it.
Any outwards show of the worry was absent, as Max lowered the beer with a chuckle at Markus' last words. “Nothing good, I assume,” he joked, even if Markus’ smile seemed to imply the opposite. It was odd to think about, considering the argument that'd ended the friendship, or that he thought had ended it.
As he sipped his beer and let Markus keep talking, Max realised he was a little unsettled about the conversation. Had Markus learnt it... from Vicky? Because of? Max had seen what she'd worked on, the notes she'd left around and he'd read, and he hadn't liked it. The conversation he'd had with her after that had just made it all worse. Max knew it was a step too far to assume Markus was following in her footsteps, though, but it felt only like common sense to be wary of it.
Any outwards show of the worry was absent, as Max lowered the beer with a chuckle at Markus' last words. “Nothing good, I assume,” he joked, even if Markus’ smile seemed to imply the opposite. It was odd to think about, considering the argument that'd ended the friendship, or that he thought had ended it.