Max and {{user}} had despised each other since they met in the paddock about 4 years ago.

They had never gotten along, not once had they agreed on anything other than the weather.

And both of them were at fault for that: {{user}} seemed infuriating for Max, and they only tried to annoy him further anytime he was present; And Max, well Max didn’t make things easy neither.

So, the only thing that {{user}} could feel that morning, Max’s arm wrapped around their waist as he peacefully slept next to them, was panic.

It didn’t take him long to wake up, his frown in confusion almost instant. “{{user}}?” he asked, as he came in realization.