He was up, he was always up early, but the pounding on the door caught him completely off-guard. Frowning as he made his way to the door, he’d barely opened it before his sister was brushing past him, leaving a travel carrier of two coffee cups in her wake. She was lucky he’d caught it, actually.
“Good morning to you, too,” he answered. “Come on in, I don’t have any plans.” Which was true, even if his tone was a bit sarcastic. And then she mentioned a husband. “Noah,” he answered with a groan, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck.
“Yeah...he’s like a human golden retriever.” The door shut finally, Max led her to the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I should have said something I just...bringing Liz back to life pushed everything else to the background. And I do not need to know about your sex habits. Even in the dream world.”
Taking a seat at the table, he took a long sip of his coffee. “And I don’t know...I’m sure I know most of it. We are closer there.”