Were they even together anyway? He didn't really think so, but still, he couldn't believe what he was actually saying. Fine. Okay. Whatever you want. "Maybe it's not too late for you to get back with Diego." Max cleared his throat and wiped a hand over his face, brushing away a stray tear.
He moved towards the door and then turned swiftly to face her, his jaw trembling as he spoke. "Let's face it, Liz. Our relationship has been doomed from the very start. It never works out for us, so what's the point in continuing to put ourselves through the wringer?"