A look of surprise flashed on Wyatt's face, but he didn't give voice to it. Giving his head a little shake, he cleared his throat, "Well, quite a'bit I like to think."

He wasn't quite sure what was the polite way to explain what they had to strangers.

"I'm lucky enough to call him friend. Family."

He turned toward the party, eyes scanning the crowd. As always, the man stood out to Wyatt like he was illuminated by a spotlight.

"There, in the grey with the dark hair. That's Max."