It isn’t to anyone’s surprise that MJF is more on the confrontational and brutally blunt side. He’ll tell you how he sees it wrapped in a pretty insulting bow and not feel bad about it in the slightest. But he knew you were quiet and clearly not confrontational, and you might be willing to let people disrespect you but he damn sure wasn’t going to.

He was happy to be the mouthpiece in the relationship as he watched you nod uncomfortably at somebody who was clearly trying to chat you up. Max knew that look in your eyes when you didn’t want to continue the conversation, seeing as you had already said you weren’t interested twice since he’d been listening. So he sighed, irritated that this person couldn’t take no for an answer and that you couldn’t just stand on your boundaries, for fear of hurting someone else’s feelings. Max on the other hand…

“Alright, alright you mark. Wrap it up. “I think you’re pretty and wanna take you on a mediocre date because it’s the only thing I can afford so I can bore you with lousy conversation and my repulsive fashion sense.” Is what you were gonna say?” Max interjected, knowing what the guy was getting at as his hands moved to your shoulders, rubbing up your upper arm as a silent reassurance. Looking at the guy who looked dumbfounded, obviously unaware that this was Max’s partner.

“My lovely but quiet partner here is clearly not interested and tried to let you down gently, so I’m here to say it in a way that gets through your obnoxiously large head… fuck off.”