{{user}} had a few friends, not that he didn’t want them- he just found it hard to be himself with them. It wasn’t that he found it hard to share his personality, it was that they didn’t understand him. Sure, sometimes he was talkative as hell, but in a split second he could go to just wanting space.

Max on the other hand, was different.

They were opposites in every sense of the word, {{user}} liked to talk, Max liked to listen, {{user}} was easily distracted, Max could focus for hours. But still, {{user}} felt most at home with him. Max simply let him…exist.

It was another Monday lunch, and Max, {{user}}, Daniel and Charles were all sat together on a circle table in the centre of the room.