The gaze may have been understanding, the hand may have been offered...but Max's optics were dim and lowered, and after a moment, he turned completely. His treads rattled as he cycled, hard, moving to put a hand on the chair he'd been resting on earlier.

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled. "One time- doesn't mean anything. 'Mgoing to do it again. And hurt someone. Or...worse."