Simone set her coffee down, standing up and she gave Max a once over – taking in his wet clothes and dishevelled state. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how he had done that. It wasn’t raining.
“Go and have a warm shower.” She said briskly, not willing for Max to stand there growing colder and colder while she lectured him. If he got sick again she’d never forgive herself. Pneumonia was a nasty thing and his body might still be weak, susceptible to any other viruses. “When you’re done come back down here. We need to have a little talk.”