As Vlad speculated about Brian finding out about their little playdate, Max shook his head. "He won't," he said definitively. "I..." It was a heroic gesture, a big show of bravado, but he halted before speaking. "I'll disappear before I let that happen." Though the words were said with conviction, his voice was thin, clearly not the big brave best friend hero to save the day. It was a nice gesture, and really, Vlad deserved to get out of this unscathed the most because he was real. But it was hard to come to terms with the idea that if that were to happen, Max would essentially die.
They had only been back a day, and Brian had spent that day largely putting his thoughts in order. He'd gone grocery shopping, dawdled in the park, and simply tried to understand the entire time traveling nightmare. "A few weeks ago, some chick..." He paused, stroking his chin. "On the eleventh floor, I think. She says she's psychic? He talked to her about maybe getting a read before, and now...it's very possible he'll contact her again." He sighed. "Please tell me she's a con artist that knows nothing."