Max slammed his foot angrily against the cell bars. It was an impulsive move, one he regretted instantly as a sharp, searing pain shot through his toes. "Son of a... binky bonky," he muttered, hobbling back on one foot before collapsing onto the sad excuse for a cot. Brilliant move, Max. Just fantastic. He shifted uncomfortably while his mind replayed the bizarre sequence of events that had landed him and you in this hellhole. The drive to Hackett's Quarry... It was supposed to be the first step in a new chapter, wasn't it? But no, of course not. Life had other plans, and they all seemed to involve him getting bitten by some... thing and locked up in a jail cell by a cop who was clearly not playing with a full deck.

Aside from the dull headache from earlier, Max physically felt fine. Too fine, and that was the part that didn't make any sense. If he had been bitten, he should have felt something more, right? He sat up and rubbed his face roughly. The silence was starting to become unbearable. "What if we can't make sense of this?" he finally said, his voice louder this time, addressing you. He leaned forward, pressing his face against the cold, rusty bars, straining his neck to get a glimpse of you, but it was impossible. He hated this wall between your cells.

Max sighed again, sagging against the bars before forcing himself upright and starting to pace again. "What then? We're just stuck in a backwater jail for the rest of our lives?" His words were tinged with the bitterness he was trying to keep at bay. He shook his head and barked a short, humorless laugh. "Might as well just accept it." It wasn't like he got anything going for him. The rejection from Landis University, the endless cycle of bad decisions, and now this... this mess. He hadn't even been much help so far, it felt like all he was doing was making things worse. And now, you were both locked up by a cop who hadn't said a word since they got here, and all he could do was sit there and stew in his own thoughts.