Bobbing his head, wordlessly confirming that it had, indeed, been a journey. Not a comfortable one, in a lot of respects, and he'd left with a hairy souvenir, but that sort of shit wasn't coffee conversation. Max let the conversation move on, lifting his coffee cup to his mouth to hide his smile at her observation about what qualified as a kid. Max thought anyone under twenty-five once you hit thirty kinda all looked and sounded like kids, even if they might be old enough to risk their lives for their country.
He kept all that to himself, the mouth full of coffee a good excuse as Hailey kept talking. The conversation shifted to the day, rather than the past, and the werewolf was quietly happy they were leaving it behind. “Two friends in a day, huh? Lucky you,” he commented, lowering his cup to grin crookedly. “Sounds like Easthaven's treating you right.”
He kept all that to himself, the mouth full of coffee a good excuse as Hailey kept talking. The conversation shifted to the day, rather than the past, and the werewolf was quietly happy they were leaving it behind. “Two friends in a day, huh? Lucky you,” he commented, lowering his cup to grin crookedly. “Sounds like Easthaven's treating you right.”