Damn right, he had never been in this situation. Nobody had been in it before. He was all alone. All alone on this entire fucking planet, and he shared his body with someone else. How Max could stay alone, totally alone, while sharing a body intimately with another person was just phenomenal. Maybe he was just talented. Or something.
"Of course he isn't trying yet, he hasn't been fucking sober since. Guy can barely walk a straight line. I'm amazed I'm even standing right now." Which wasn't a lie. Things were a bit spinny, but Max had developed a knack for remaining functional while inebriated. Call it necessity. "But he will. He'll try. And just...think about this." He held up a finger, waving it at Vlad. "If his brain made me to protect him. What happens when suddenly he has to be protected from me?"
His victory was a painful one, because it simultaneously spelled out his defeat. Deflating, he leaned against the wall, looking to Vlad with wary eyes. "You shouldn't be seen with me. Just in case. When I go down, you're not coming with me." His tone was petulant and sulking. "I owe you that much for trying."