Re: quicklog: max/jack
No. [He did understand. The shop wouldn't do, definitely not. It was Max's home, nevermind her business, and now that he was in the brewery he could acknowledge that even having him stay there and risk those things would have been wrong. He also understood the paying of debts, and he owed her more than a few.] I'll help. [It was the least he could do, particularly after this whole...episode.] Hydra? No. [He watched that small, noncommittal shrug.] What would you need me for?
[Odds were even that she needed him to be the 'murderer', which he could do. He hoped not, though. He didn't mind playing to type, but, even imagined, it settled strangely with him. Security for the attempt would be much more comfortable, but it would have to wait and see.
He hesitated for a moment when she asked about trouble.] I'm not uncomfortable. [Yes, he liked this place, but no, he didn't want to stay here forever. He was going to have to carry on as usual, as he'd done before. It might even be easier to do if there was something to take care of in the meantime, something to do.
He stepped toward her, where she stood against the sill, closing the distance between them.] Where's Dylan? [His eyes weren't vague, like they had been in the bathroom at the flower shop, but he didn't smell him on her. It made him wonder things he wasn't sure he could ask her yet.]