A monster. That's what Brian thought he was. He knew the other man was watching the news, cringing every time a spunky reporter discussed a new attack. "Yeah, maybe," he said reluctantly. "I know that..." He cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know he's been thinking about turning himself in. You know, to get us both put in jail." He sighed. "But with the building, that shouldn't work too well."
At Vlad's suggestion of their cover story and false laugh, Max glanced over at him with a stony expression. "That's a retarded idea," he said flatly. "There's no way we're brothers. I'm way better looking than you." He paused for a brief second before bursting out into hysterical laughter, slapping his knee and doubling over to lean on his thighs for support. For the first time since the Full Moon, he was laughing genuinely. Not out of mania, not out of panic, but just laughing.