Markus didn't immediately reply, so Max lifted his beer for another gulp. Leaning against the bar top, elbow braced on the surface, Max relaxed into the conversation. Nothing alarming had come up–yet–and it seemed the guy just wanted to talk about his sister. Max was happy to indulge him for now.
When the man continued, much of it didn't surprise Max, but his eyebrows went up in silent curiosity still. He and Vicky had been lovers, fuck buddies, whatever term you could apply to it. Still, he hadn't picked up her wanting to make it serious. Had he deflected a few of her overtures in that direction? He knew he hadn't been in the headspace for anything like that, but he knew he wouldn't have gone for it, regardless.
“I can make a good guess about what she thought I was uptight about,” Max murmured, plenty amused. So she'd been bitching to her brother about him? But clearly not specifically on what it was about, or Markus might've mentioned it. “And yeah, that goes for the both of us. Towards the end we were arguing more than anything.”
When the man continued, much of it didn't surprise Max, but his eyebrows went up in silent curiosity still. He and Vicky had been lovers, fuck buddies, whatever term you could apply to it. Still, he hadn't picked up her wanting to make it serious. Had he deflected a few of her overtures in that direction? He knew he hadn't been in the headspace for anything like that, but he knew he wouldn't have gone for it, regardless.
“I can make a good guess about what she thought I was uptight about,” Max murmured, plenty amused. So she'd been bitching to her brother about him? But clearly not specifically on what it was about, or Markus might've mentioned it. “And yeah, that goes for the both of us. Towards the end we were arguing more than anything.”