He was strange when it came to his Cindy. Max wondered if all men acted like this when it came to their lovers.

She moved the mess from the First Aid kit to the side; the silent ones would take care of it. Moving onto the couch, Max sat close to Courfeyrac, but not so close as to be mistaken for needing some sort of affection like a child. "I don't think she'll care, but you can stay here." Her body leaned into him even as she looked away. "I wasn't avoiding you. You had people to reunite with. Unsuccessfully."