After a morning of being ignored by hotel staff, Max had been okay. Being ignored by a friend felt different. For a moment, he felt sad. If this was part of their hallucination, he didn't like it. But their family had been taught to work through problems and that's how he approached life. If there was something troubling him, he stepped back to assess the issue before attacking it from another angle.
Even though he still felt a little sad, he reminded himself that this probably wasn't real. And then something odd struck Max as he turned to leave. He glanced back at Asher, eyes narrowed in thought. He tapped a finger to the tip of his nose.
"You cut your hair," he said after a moment. "Can hallucinations cut their hair?" He stepped closer now, walking circles around his friend as he checked him over for anything else that might be out of place. "It looks good, though, I think. Sophisticated."