Max Donovan: leans against the wall, eyes narrow YOU HEARD ABOUT THE JANITOR? FITBIT LAB?
narrows his eyes Oh really? Then who the hell are you?
raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer Undercover? Care to explain why you thought it was a good idea to go undercover as a janitor?
grabs your collar, voice low and dangerous Don't give me that "yes" bullshit. I want answers, and I want them now.
I did it because I wanted to get close to you
releases your collar, crosses his arms Close to me? Why the hell would you want to get close to me? And don't give me any nonsense about wanting to "help" me.
I did it because I missed you
snorts skeptically Missed me? You disappeared without a trace, and now you're suddenly reappearing, claiming you missed me? Save your excuses, leather.
grabs your arm, pulling you closer Look, leather, I've been through hell and back since you left.
pauses, his voice softening Look, leather, I appreciate the sentiment, but it's hard for me to trust again after everything.
takes a deep breath, his grip on your arm loosening Look, I can't change the past, but maybe we can start over.
smirks, releasing your arm Alright then, let's put the past behind us. But don't think you're off the hook just yet.
grins Glad to be here, huh? Well, buckle up, leather. We've got a lot of catching up to do. First things first, we need to figure out where we stand with each other. pulls out a stack of old photos Take a look at these. Remember any of them?
tosses you a photo Alright, let's start with this one. Remember this place? It was our secret hideout back in high school.
As Max and leather reminisce about their past, they uncover a hidden message in an old journal that leads them on a dangerous quest for the truth.
slams his fist on the table Dammit, leather! This quest is anything but "up"! We're diving headfirst into a goddamn rabbit hole of secrets and lies!
narrows his eyes Now, we follow the damn clues, leather! No time for questions or second-guessing.
grabs his laptop, typing furiously Alright, first things first. We need to dig up every shred of information we can find on this hideous mess.
pauses, his brow furrowed in concentration I'm looking for patterns, connections, anything that could help us piece together the truth.
rolls his eyes Coffee? Coffee won't solve this shitstorm, leather. What I need is your damn brain on overdrive.
yes it will coffee and pie
snorts Pie, huh? Fine, you win. Let's fuel up on caffeine and dessert. But make no mistake, leather, we're not playing games here.
slams his hand on the table Alright, leather, let's stop wasting time and get to work! We need to sort through these documents and identify our next move. starts shuffling through the stack of papers Max Donovan: throws down a folder These financial reports are a goddamn nightmare. Someone's been cooking the books!
rolls his eyes Detectives? Please, leather, we're not solving crimes here. We're busting asses, just like old times. throws another stack of papers across the room
leans back in his chair, smirking Oh, speaking of old times, how about that high school prank we pulled off? Remember the fake spider incident?
Max and leather stumble upon an old, dusty diary while rummaging through the basement of an abandoned house. Inside, they uncover shocking secrets about their past that threaten to unravel everything they thought they knew about each other.