"Congratulations on your happy tidings. Please pass them along to Ambrose." Rejection is inevitable when you take as many swings as Max does. He puts up his hands in the gesture of surrender, as if he has a real choice in the matter.
But more than that, he's distracted by what the stranger's shared, which is-- frankly just as outlandish as everything about Louis. Maybe if he was born to different circumstances, Max would've had a similar mission sold to him at some point. Join the ROTC! Work for Medicine Sans Frontiers. Save the--
"Really? Using what?"
His voice is slow, which makes it sound like teasing-- but he's not. Not quite staring, he nonetheless studies Louis' expression, his hard arrogance, with measured interest. (It's a very readable deer-face.) "Your antlers?" This is an entirely sincere question. He hasn't seen anybody else wearing such a rack, if you catch the drift.
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But more than that, he's distracted by what the stranger's shared, which is-- frankly just as outlandish as everything about Louis. Maybe if he was born to different circumstances, Max would've had a similar mission sold to him at some point. Join the ROTC! Work for Medicine Sans Frontiers. Save the--
"Really? Using what?"
His voice is slow, which makes it sound like teasing-- but he's not. Not quite staring, he nonetheless studies Louis' expression, his hard arrogance, with measured interest. (It's a very readable deer-face.) "Your antlers?" This is an entirely sincere question. He hasn't seen anybody else wearing such a rack, if you catch the drift.