Max was thriving, to a point. He hadn't seen anyone from the group which was a little upsetting, but doing a little digging he found that some did indeed exist and had positions in the university system. Others looked to be students. With that known, he gave himself over to the graduate studies he'd been placed in.
The diner he'd found in his searching had provided a nice place to hold up in with his tablet of paper, books, and the damned electronic tablet thing. He wasn't bad with the computers, but there were times he liked a little old school touch. The briefcase with all his work in one hand, fedora in hand once he entered the diner, Max looked around for a good spot. He didn't always sit in the same place; he didn't want to become that much a creature of habit.
The detective turned grad student paused as he realized there was a familiar face, one he didn't think he'd see again. He didn't smile, so much as give himself a moment to think if he really wanted to go over. Because he was a decided glutton for punishment - he was going to school when he knew it'd be temporary - he walked over and stood beside the fair haired man's table.
"I don't think you'll want it, but you want company?"