Max nodded even as she explained, familiar with it, although mostly in the abstract. It wouldn't be a stretch to guess he'd been involved in some of the stuff they'd set up, but it wasn't as if he'd been told either way. In the end they operated in completely different fields, even if he could imagine intersections. As she continued, the werewolf let out a low hum of agreement, sipping his coffee.
“They don't have to try hard to beat it,” Max said with another little chuckle as he lowered his cup back to the table, although maybe PsyOps got better coffee than they had. Thinking about it had him thinking about everyone else, still alive and still fucking clueless. Not so much these days. “Sometimes I miss it, but I'm pretty sure that's the rose tinted glasses talking.” His smile twisted into something more wry, and he wasn't only talking about the coffee.
“They don't have to try hard to beat it,” Max said with another little chuckle as he lowered his cup back to the table, although maybe PsyOps got better coffee than they had. Thinking about it had him thinking about everyone else, still alive and still fucking clueless. Not so much these days. “Sometimes I miss it, but I'm pretty sure that's the rose tinted glasses talking.” His smile twisted into something more wry, and he wasn't only talking about the coffee.