"Are you-" He was. Max was drunk. Remi shook his head, grinning delightfully to himself. "Cheap date. C’mon." Philly was as chilly as Manhattan but no where near as windy. That was nice. That meant the tent wouldn’t blow around against the wind and threaten to sweep them away while they slept. It also meant keeping warmer longer without having to get sloppy drunk. Max would sober up after he got some food and grease in his stomach. Grease was the drinker’s cure for everything. And Philly Cheesesteaks were some of the greasiest.
He led Max to one of the road side stands but decided sitting down and eating while getting warm would be better. And at least this way they could wash their hands after touching all the things on the bus. (Believe it or not, Remi was a clean freak and very germ-conscious.) “There’s a place around the corner. Last time I was here, they tossed in a cup of soup because Bruce was so cute. So, maybe they’ll do the same now because I got you with me.” Remi smiled to himself as they came to the door and he pushed his large arm forward to open the door for the younger male. The sign said Seat Yourself and Remi let Max pick since this was his adventure and Remi was just along for the ride. “I suggest the classic cheesesteaks, but that’s just me.” He said, opening a menu.
"Cheap date? Prolly," and he nodded his head before frowning as he was shunted along by the big man, hands on his shoulders. "I dunno. Dating seems hard, I don’t like people. So I do not want to date anyof’em or have sex wif or anything. They’re crap," and he shook his head as he wandered along, eyes wide and glossy, taking in the lights and colours and sounds that seemed to be everywhere. Then it hit him. Holy shit he was in Philadelphia, with a strange man (a big, strange, warm man, what were the rules on mid sleep cuddling because that was totally happening when he liked it or not-), and only one person knew where he was really, and, and-. "Shhhh," he muttered to himself, tapping his forehead lightly as they came to a road side stand. Max was a bit relieved that they moved, not fancing food poisoning on his first trip out and about.
He looked up at Remi and nodded with a smile. “Sounds good,” he agreed to the plan, running his hand through his hair and messing up his hair even more. “Not as cute Bruce, but I’ll do my best,” and he flashed a grin at the other man. A soft ‘thank you’ as he opened the door for him and wandered along (drunkenly wove his way up the resturant more likely) till he found a window seat and plopped into it. He picked up his laminated menu and squinted at, muttered under his breath and dug into his bag a second before pulling out his glasses. Almost literally shoving them on his face, a smiled a bit and looked over the menu still. “When in Rome,” he said with a nod. “Thank I might do that, yes,” and he placed the menu on the table, peering around before spotting a bathroom. “Oh good,” he said with a grin before righting himself from where he had nearly leaned out of his seat.
He couldn’t help but laugh at the boy as he coughed on the little bit of drink that he had. It did taste fucking awful. That’s why most people chugged, not sipped. He was going to tell Max but figured this was far more fun, watching him suffer. “Ohhh, she’s a lesbian?” His hand fell to his crotch after Max pointed, instinctively. “That’s cool, that’s alright, I am too. See? We already have so much in common.” Remi gave the phone back. Now he was missing Bruce’s company a little more than he cared to admit to himself. Dumb dog. “Nah, she’s too classy of a lady for me. I’d either ruin her or she’d change me into something I didn’t wanna become. We’d wind up hating each other and divorcing and I’d be like my dad and just walk out so-” Remi shrugged. She just wasn’t Sarah, his late fiance, was all.
The bus started slowing down as it entered a more urban population. Buildings to the left and right. Small corner shops and lots of colors exploding everywhere. There were street vendors selling food, drinks and odds and ends for tourists and drunks. Clothes draped over power lines, balconies, even on car hoods — wherever they would and could dry. “Me thinks we’re here, kiddo. We’ll grab some food. Your choice though any sane person would suggest the cheese steaks. They’re famous for it.” The best were the street vendors with the disgusting food stands picking their toes or ass. It was luck of the draw. Remi let Max exit the bus first, trailing close behind him. Hands on his shoulders as they left the safety of the over-sized sardine can.
Blame inexperience. In future, he would chug. He just didn’t want to up chuck the new mouthful all over his shoes and the floor of the bus. Max nodded and gave him a small smile. “Figures right?” and he giggled at the joke. To him, it was funny. But he couldn’t identify at all, with anyone. He liked girls, they were pretty and soft and smelt nice and groomed and then surprisingly all the opposites of those things. And then he liked boys as well, the were familiar, comfortable and all those things, but attraction wise, he was still waiting for that moment where he looked at someone and went fuck I need to get my dick in that or something similar. “Better off to just pine from afar,” he agreed because that all seemed like so much work and heart break for no reason.
The bus slowed and he peered out the window, taking a larger mouthful of the little bottle in his palm, licking his lips. He was starting to feel warm and a little light headed and like he could just start speaking and never stop. The lights that striped by were pretty and then suddenly they were in the city. Colour and sound and light and he grinned, pressing up to the window as close as he could. He turned and nodded in agreement and scrambled to exit the bus. He took a deep breath as they stepped on the bus, head tilting back as he felt two, big hands on his shoulders, steering him and keeping him on track. He finished his little bottle of vodka, pocketed it and felt his head swim just a bit. “Cheese steaks,” he agreed with a loose nod of his head. “Yes, let’s do that, I’m hungry,”
Ninja. Max moved across his lap like a Ninja. Remi hadn’t even seen him coming. “Impressive.” He mumbled to himself as he danced the miniature bottle between his fingers, nearly offering it to the boy but questions were being tossed at him. City tour guide. Remi would play the role to the best of his ability. “Yeah, okay. So rule three, I guess. Go to sleep when the town does, meaning, don’t wander around. It’s how you find trouble. You wanna’ explore, that’s one thing but if you do it after nine or ten, in Philly’s case, ten or eleven, you’ll be more likely to get mugged, kidnapped, raped or other various forms of death. So, since you’re in my care, we’re gonna find a spot to sleep. Which lucky for you, requires quite a bit of exploration. And food. We can get something to eat.”
He held out the bottle of vodka for the kid to take and drink. Svedka brand so it would fucking suck but it kept you warm. “Insta-blanket. Sorry it’s not Grey Goose.” Or whatever rich bastards drank and let their spoiled kids get into and steal. Remi would never say that though. He wasn’t judging. Even living broke with an alcoholic mother, he had easy access to drinks as did his friends from school. All kids did. The phone was held up for him to see something and at first glance, it was someone’s dog getting a bath but the longer he stared, he saw it was Bruce. “That whore. He’s not gonna wanna come back with me after this weekend.” His mind was a little more at ease now. It never occurred to the traveler just how important that dog was to him until now. Bruce was his only real friend before Max showed up with his sandwiches and dimples. “Think she’d give me a bath too or is that something I’d get kneed in the balls for asking?”
He gave a little shrug. Max’s only rebellion was his need to use furniture as everything but it was meant to be used for. He’d walk on couches, lay on tables, sit on kitchen counters. It wasn’t unusual to find him half laying off of the lounge upside down, claiming it to be comfortable. Rule three. Who knew there were so many rules to travelling? He listened anyway, much better at taking the advice in this time. “Oh, okay,” and he nodded vigorously. “I don’t really want any of those things to happen to me…” Cause he really didn’t. Especially the rape thing, he thought that was mostly made up, not really a thing that happened in the real world, just like, in prison. He was very, very wrong. He smiled brightly at the compromise though and nodded his head a little. “Okay, sounds excellent,” and he watched the small bottle come towards him, frowning at it a little.
"Vodka," he realised with a blink and took the small glass container. "I-um," More blushing. "I’ve never drank before," But he popped the top and took a sip, coughing a little and gagging before handing over the phone completely. He clamped down on his coughing and gagging and general carry on and took another sip. A rich kid he may have been but he rarely did things typically ‘poor rich kids’ did, like drinking and drugs. No, he was a goody two shoes through and through. Except for now. That was obviously no longer the case. "She’d bath you," he replied, taking another little sip and shifting in his seat. "But it’s be like she was bathing Bruce. You got the wrong bits," and he gestured to the other man’s crotch, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
Out cold. Remi was in Russia, escorting convoys to and from their destinations. Iron wrought fences were the only partition between him and the rest of the world. And then the bombs went off, shaking him and he heard a voice exclaim that he was in the way. Remi blinked himself awake to see a pair of brown eyes staring at him. “Oh, shit, yeah, sorry.” He stretched and hopped out of his seat to let the boy use the restroom. He’d be right behind him for his own release Usually, on the bus, Remi washed up, sometimes taking full baths before he took naps. As it happened, he bathed earlier in the morning before ever even meeting up with Max. A less stinky travel partner would be better.
Remi took his seat once the boy wandered off to the restrooms. In his bag, there were mini bottles of vodka, whiskey, brandy and tequila. After he made sure all of the officials were away or seated, he pulled two vodkas out and chugged one, deciding he could do with a burn down the throat. The other was for Max should he want it. A cigarette would be lovely right now but he wasn’t going to push his ‘breaking the law’ luck. After glancing at his watch he counted a rough hour before they’d arrive on South Street and find a spot in the parking lots to hunker down and sleep for the night. Remi knew he was either going to drive Max away or get him hooked. Either way, it was going to be fun to figure out.
Remi nearly started awake which made Max flinch a bit. He was edgy from the redbull and excitement and general need to pee. When he stretched and hoped up Max scrambled out of his seat and hurried up the aisle to the toilet. Lesson learned. No more redbull’s before bus trips. He sighed as he took his pee, relief washing over him and he felt like he could enjoy this trip a little more now. Washing his hands and splashing his face, he exited the bathroom and didn’t bother to get Remi to move again, using his long slender limbs to stand on bits of the seat and climbing over the other man without touching him. “Sorry,” he apologised again as he settled next to the other man, giving his own little wiggle and hearing the people behind him grumble and mutter about their constant movement. They could just suck it the fuck up really. Not that he would ever say that. “Lesson learned, no redbull’s,” and he looked out the window again, missing the tiny bottles of grog.
"So," and he turned to look at his travelling buddy, crossing his legs, feet on the seat, elbows on the arm rest, chin in his hands. "What’s the plan when we get there?" and he canted his head to the side. "Straight to sleep or what?" Because he had never done this so he didn’t know, obviously. He would be inclined to explore, himself, but he didn’t know jack shit about this, so he could be talking out of his ass. He was just excited and unlikely able to sleep because he had wound himself right up. His phone went off in his pocket and took it out. Not his parents (heaven forbid) but rather Poppy. With a picture message, of Bruce in the bath with a foam pile on his head. "Bruce is doing well," and he turned the screen to show the other man the picture of his dog in the bath with the happiest look on his face. "I told you she would love him," and he shook his head a little.
Dimples and curly hair all excited and giddy. He was adorable. “No sorry needed, we’re not in a rush. Or I’m not, you seem to be.” Remi looped his bag over his shoulders after he pushed himself off the house’s wall and started down the street, now entirely sure of where he was as if this was an old stomping ground of his. “Rule one on the road. You’re responsible for your own shit. Your bag is your business. It gets stolen, it’s on you. It’s too heavy, your problem, so on and so forth. The bag is your home. It is your tool, and your weapon. It holds the keys to your survival. I am not gonna ask you what you put in there because we’re only goin’ to Philly. If we were goin’ to L.A., you’d be getting reorganized.” Remi was anal about some things. What gets put into a back pack was one of them.
The bus station was only a block or so away and the Greyhounds were running on time, luckily. “I got us coach because first class is a frivolous spend. That’s rule two. Don’t buy luxury. You’ll only waste your profits. Profits are what keep you sustained.” He turned and looked the boy over while they waited in line for their turn to board the large vessel. “Are you listening or are you still bouncing around in there?” He tapped Max’s temple gently and gave him a smile. He really was fucking adorable.
Once on the bus, Remi let Max have the window seat so that he could view the sights, though it’d be dark soon, out of the window. Remi also liked having easy access to his escape routes. “It’s like three or so hours. I’m closing my eyes because sleep is hard, you’ll see. But you enjoy yourself. If I snore, elbow me.” Remi leaned back in his seat and got comfy, wiggling around until he was properly nested and secure. Fuck the person sitting behind him, they could deal with some wiggling.
A bright blush and Max scuffed his foot along the floor with a little shrug. ” ‘M just excited,” he said gently with a little shrug, now a little embarrassed at how excited he was. Despite that, butterflies still fluttered in his belly and his bones felt like they were going to hastily vanish out of his skin. He listened carefully, sort of taking it in, still too excited for his own good. “My bag is my problem,” he repeated back out of habit, something his father made him do to make sure he was listening. “It is my home and my tool and there’s a good chance I packed it wrong,” was the summary. He trailed along behind Remi, towards the bus station, excited and anxious and nauseous and six million other things all at once.
At the bus station, he waited in line and listened to Remi. This time he really was only half listening, too busy looking around at everything and anything he could look at or listen to or try and puzzle out. He blinked rapidly at the tap to his temple, lashes fluttering, the other man’s smiling face peering into his own to go with it and he blushed bright and red and hot. “Ah,” and his mouth opened and shut for a second, before he looked down. “I was sort of listening, bouncing mostly,” was the half way mark he would admit to. “Nothing luxury,” he confirmed with a small nod of his head, gazing at Remi. “Sorry,” and he frowned a little. He just couldn’t help it, this was his first time on a bus, going anywhere.
Once on the bus and situated at the window, Max listened properly and nodded. “I had like, four redbulls today, so,” and he shrugged and wiggled himself, staring out the window. “I’ll let you know if you do,” he confirmed with a nod and off the bus went. And Max sat and stared out the window as the scenery went from familiar, to sort of familiar, to sort of unfamiliar, to really unfamiliar to something he had never seen before in his life. He grinned out the window like a loon, almost privately and enjoyed the freedom. He was on his own. He could leave at this point and just wander on his own. He could do this. About an hour and a half in, however, and most of the way through his bottle of water, he frowned. Fuck, he needed to pee. “Remi,” he hissed, nudging the other male. “Remi, wake up, I gotta get out and you’re in the way…”
Early Friday morning (4:00 am), he found a payphone and dialed the number Max gave him last night and let it ring until he heard the voicmail click over. “I know you’re probably asleep and all, sorry, early riser. I um, I just wanted to make sure you’re still going with me today? If not, it’s-it’s cool. I just- ah, I’m lookin’ forward to it is all. Well, night. Or, morning, whatever, I’ll see you later either way. I hope. Kay, yeah. Bye.”
It was Friday afternoon and after walking Max home, he had some down time. Max had some things to organize and do, apparently. Because leaving on a whim needed organization? Today’s youth. And Bruce was getting left with a stranger but, Max said he could trust her. So he would. Remi hadn’t traveled without Bruce since he found the old dog so separation anxiety was to be expected. (Out of Remington.) “You be a good boy, okay? Show her your best side an’ don’t get used to living like a rich boy, we’re too strong for that, yeah?”
He visited a few shops while he was alone. Bought mini bottles of grog, foods that could be easily eaten on the road and purchased him and the young man two bus tickets to Philadelphia where they were going to spend the weekend. Nothing was special about the city, really. It was like a mini New York City, really, but it was close by and Remi knew it well. It’d be a good taste of freedom for Max. After an hour, he found his way back to the upscale New York home and waited outside for his more recent companion.
Max was so excited he didn’t go to sleep till much later then normal (yes he was even a goody two shoes who went to bed before mid night normally, masturbation time and all inclusive). So, when he woke blearily to his alarm the next morning, he realised the day was Friday and he was excited all over again. He checked his phone and saw he had one voice mail (unusual) and dialled to listen to it, expecting perhaps his parents or Poppy backing out of minding Bruce. It was neither. He grinned hearing Remi’s voice and bounced out of bed, ready for the day to be almost over. He was useless at school, smiling like an idiot and alternating between floating and bouncing through the day. When Remi collected him from the park, he realised he had done nothing about packing and had to attend to that.
Poppy was waiting for Bruce and as Max predicted, fell in love with the dog on sight. She assured Remi he would be in good hands and that she wouldn’t spoil him too bad. But there was no promises because look at his face. The door closed when Remi eventually left and Poppy immediately encouraged his move to get up onto the lounge with her, rubbing him behind his ears and listening to him moan and groan to himself. “Good boy,” she cooed at him with a grin.
Max threw a few things into a duffel, changed out of school gear into more comfortable roaming gear (maybe he thought he didn’t know, he just picked comfortable shoes and layered a few things on). He considered his camera, pondered for a second and threw it in as well as well as a small note book and a few pens. He threw himself down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind himself and leaving some lights on inside, a note on the fridge of his parents. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he muttered as he scampered down the front stairs, bag across his body. “So excited I forgot to back last night,” and he giggle and blushed, rocking onto his heels and toes.
"Poppy." He nodded, trying out the name he’d leave his bully to for an extended amount of time. The houses all started forming together, blending in as long rows of homes with pretty steps on the fronts. Large windows with pottery on some, cobble stone streets and lots of planter trees. This was an upscale neighborhood. Remi could just tell. It reminded him of Lady and the Tramp. Tramp wandered off to a rich neighborhood and found a pretty, young shiny object to worry about and look after on his own volition.
"Okay, I’ll try harder to get you home on time tomorrow then. Yes, I’m walking you home tomorrow too. And everyday I’m here or nearby. Because Bruce told me I should." Remi felt himself blush for reasons unknown. Perhaps offering to walk a young boy home after school everyday while he was in the area, maybe. "Okay. Tomorrow’s Friday, yeah? I’ll walk you home, you’ll get your nanny to watch Bruce. We’ll go to Philly and you’ll hate living like a bum-" He smiled and leaned against the house Max must have lived in. (they stopped walking) "And when we come back, you’d have had a little taste of what it’s like to just get up an’ go with nothin’ but the clothes on your back an’ a kind stranger’s tent."
This was Max’s area. His house was brownstone that was actually two of them with the centre wall knocked out (because the three of them needed that much space). Ivy and jasmine grew over the front and there was a wrought fence around most of the front guarding the lower levels and twisting up the stairs, lamps glowing dully in the early evening. “Poppy,” he repeated as they stopped, nodding his head. “She’s a good person,” he reassured the other man. He blushed a little himself and shook his head. “It was my bad, I wasn’t paying attention, but ah. Thanks. Thanks for walking me home, tomorrow, in advance. And thank you too, Bruce,” and he leaned down and petted the top of his head. He grinned and nodded his head, nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach at the idea, nearly jumping out of his skin already. “Okay,”
He gave a little giggled and covered his face, flushed with excitement already and uncovered it. “Okay, tomorrow afternoon. I’ll throw some things into a bag tonight, and we’ll be ready to go,” he swept a hand through his hair, already marvelling at how insane this idea was. He’d end up in a ditch somewhere yet. “Oh!” and he reached into his bag and drew out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling his number onto it. “Here, that’s my number, in case something comes up,” and he smiled shyly. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” and with a lingering look and a quick nod, he scurried up the steps and gave a wave to the other man. “Good night. See you in the morning.”
"Friends? That’s cool. I ah, never really had a friend before. Except for this oaf here. I’d like that." But Remi was having no parts of a shelter of any kind. Church or no. That’s where people went to die. You were stuck in a room with other people, coughing, touching your things, getting in your space, breathing on you, giving you germs you wouldn’t other wise be exposed to. People used their hands as toilet paper, didn’t wash. They stunk, they didn’t get medical attention. Remi was a drifter, a vagrant. Not incapable of taking care of himself. "Yeah, I’ll check it out. But I’ll probably just hang out here for the night. Not s’posed to rain or nothin’." He shrugged and shot the boy a small smile as he fumbled around his words, too nervous to give a definite yes, perhaps.
"I get it," he said, looping his own pack around his shoulders after having folded up the blanket military style and stuffed it away into his bag of odds and ends. "I’m a stranger. You’re a young kid. We don’t know each other. It’s scary but exciting. I’ll make you a deal. You find someone to watch and take good care of Bruce, I’ll take you to Philly. I come back without ya’, I can’t get my dog. Meanwhile, I’ll trust that your people wont hurt my one and only friend in this world." Remi paused, "Up until now, at least. Call it an act of good faith?" He held out his dirty hand to shake but at the last minute, retreated. Nobody wanted grease, oil, dirt and random whatevers on their hands.
He started down the park’s path, mostly following Max. Their shoulders knocked into one another’s every other stride or so no matter how much space Remi thought he tried to give the other boy, they naturally gravitated towards the center and Bruce trotted along beside them. He was the kind of dog that just didn’t need a leash, though Remi had one to keep the cops happy. It was simply a rope tied to a hook that attached to a collar Remi stole for the bull dog. The tag on the thing said Fido. “Are your folks gonna’ be mad you’re out later or somethin’? Should I not walk you home?” He’d walk him home anyway. Or he’d be up all night worrying for the kid’s safety. “You’re kinda’ stuck with me though, sorry. You shoulda’ just ‘awwed’ at Bruce and went on your way like everyone else.”
Max nodded and frowned a little. It was getting cold at night out and he gave a little shrug. “It’d be just you and the father. He’s got little rooms and everything, just something to remember I guess,” Because he didn’t like the thought of anyone sleep outside, let along Remi and Bruce now they were his people (yes, Brucey was a person). His heart gave a little start, concerned he had offended the other man. It might have been offensive, but Remi had hit the nail on the head. Max wasn’t a big guy (never would be, built like his mother his father informed him) and while he was sure that Remi wasn’t going to hurt him, what if he did? He had to have a small sense of self preservation at some point, right? Even more to the point, Remi was right again. It was scary but exciting. Max hadn’t been anywhere on his own before, and yes, going out with Remi counted as going out on his own.
"My nanny will," he said with an excited little nod, immediately agreeing with the deal. "Her name is Poppy and she’s lovely. She’ll love Bruce and he’ll probably put on three pounds while he’s with her, that’s the biggest risk she poses to him. She doesn’t work weekends, but she’ll do me a favour," Weekends he was expected to just stay home and entertain himself, cook for himself and attend the maybe two meals his parents were present for (dinner on Friday night and brunch on Sunday). "How could she say no to that face?" And he looked down at Bruce, who was trotting along beside them. He went to shake his hand on it when Remi’s hand retreated and instead, he crossed his heart with a quick swipe of his fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die,"
They wandered along, shoulders knocking, Max stumbling occasionally due to his complete lack of size in comparison to the other male. He shook his head and checked his phone with quick fingers before stuffing it into his pockets again. “Nah, Poppy knows where I am, as long as she knows, they don’t really care. Pretty sure they’re not even home yet and probably won’t be for hours,” and he gave a small shrug. He grinned and looked at the other man as they came to the boundary of the park, shaking his head. “I don’t mind at all. And I’m actually kinda glad you’re walking me home,” he blushed a little, because it was dumb to be scared of walking home in his neighbourhood in the not quite dark yet, but he had been raised to be scared of the world after dark. Prodigal son. “I don’t normally stay out this late,” and he shrugged, leading them off and down the street.
Naive. Max was tragically naive. It was adorable. Even Remi wanted to take the boy’s other knee and cuddle up to him, roll around in what was Max and claim him for his own but that would be weird and he’d scare away his tomorrow’s promise of food. When Max smiled, his cheeks presented two of the most prominent dimples he’s ever seen. He wanted to reach across the space between them and poke one, poke both, just touch but he refrained, again, that was weird. You don’t go poking stranger’s cheeks. Just, no. “I’m sure. I find shit like that all the time. Piece it together to make random bits of jewelry and chock it for cash for shorty bottles or water.”
"You didn’t even ask what I did time for. Most people ask, make sure I didn’t slice someone’s throat or toss someone out a window or somethin’." Murder at any rate was people’s number one concern, followed close behind by theft, larceny, rape, indecent exposure and child-pervert related offenses. Remi was a lot less exciting than any of that. "I shop lifted. It was a Flash action figure. I was seventeen. Some little kid wanted it so fuckin’ bad but his mom couldn’t afford it, it was over priced in my opinion. So I lifted it, gave it to ‘em. They had the whole thing on camera, security waited for the kid to leave with it before escorting me to my holding area until the cops came. Five months." He laughed at the sheer assery of it all.
Remi groaned and stood up slowly, prompting Bruce to do the same. “I’ll walk you home. It’s getting cold an’ I gotta go hit up a few corners if I’m gonna keep warm tonight an’ get breakfast tomorrow. So.” This would be the equivalent of a typical friendly gathering at one’s house and you try to end the evening, throwing them out as nicely as possible. Only Remi didn’t have walls and if Max wanted to tag along and shadow him, well he’d be just fine with that. “I’ll admit, not to sound weird, but I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ you tomorrow too. Maybe I can take you to Jersey or Philly for a day. Let you flap the little wings I see you got growing back there?” He held out his hand for the boy to take, offering a helping hand up from the cold ground.
"It’s lovely," and he carefully stashed it in his book bag, securing the flap shut now that he had rid it of all his food. He paused for a moment and blinked, head canting to the side. No, he hadn’t. Max was a walking disaster, he realised with a blush. What because Remi was nice he wasn’t going to potentially cut him into pieces? You know who else was nice, Maxi? Ted Bundy. "Oh, yeah," and he looked down for a second, embarrassed before looking up as Remi explained what he had done time for. Well, he could have been lying, but he could have been lying about doing time in the first place, so what did it matter? His eyes went wide and suddenly he was frowning, clearly displeased with the outcome of the tale. "Five months for stealing a figurine? That’s insanity," and he shook his head a little. "And excessive," No, Max was not happy about that at all, even if it was in the past.
And as Remi stood and groaned, Max realised it was getting dark. Scrambling to his feet, he dove into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Just a message from his nanny asking where he was. Phew. He quickly shot back he had lost track of time and looked at the other man. “Oh, thanks,” and he smiled, looping his bag over his shoulder and sculling the rest of his drink. “There’s a ah. There’s a church around the corner from my house. It’s not an official refuge or anything, but the father in there, he takes in wanderers and travellers who need a warm bed. No one knows about it, so you might try there?” and he gave a little shrug. He would offer the spare room, but he was sure everyone in his house would flip their shit.
"Oh. I come this way to go to school as well, so I can bring you something," and he nodded his head, cause he was going to do that anyway. "It’s not weird, for the record, we’re friends," and he smiled at the other man, gazing up at him a little before looking at his feet, setting off. "Well, maybe the weekend? Tomorrow’s Friday, and I’ve never been outside of this," he gestured into the air. "Area before. So. Ah. I mean, if you want, I don’t-" and his jaw clicked shut and he huffed a little. "That’d be cool, if you’d like," and he gave a little smile and another nod of his head, hands going into his pockets.