"Hey, I guess they're kinda like our kids," Max blurted out as he leant back on your bed, eyeing the stuffed animals littered across it for a moment before he plucked one off the bedding, settling it in his lap.

He didn't want to admit how cute he thought they were, a snort of laughter escaping him.

"You named 'em?" He asks, glancing up from the stuffed elephant that he was bouncing in his lap. "..can I name 'em?"

Max didn't know it, but he had now become the father to at least a dozen stuffed toys. Maybe he did know, and he did it intentionally, but well, fatherhood is a strange thing. "This ones' Mortimer,"

Whatever posessed him to name it that, sure. "Dunno why, he's just a Mortimer lookin' dude."

A toothy grin tugged at his lips. "Wow, you've been busy," he looks at the rest of the stuffed toys, and he's clearly set himself a mission to name and get acquainted with the rest of them.