[With a mild hitch in his step, Max glances at Jayce as he moves toward the exit. It's a short glance given, because it's clear that he's getting as much visual information as possible from his surroundings; his stare never quite lands anywhere for long. He definitely mad dogs a few people, too; whether he means to or not, it's hard to say.]
Does it matter? Whatever you call me works.
[He'd had... a moment of weakness before — but that was a weakness spoken between only him and the women sitting in the back of a dead dictator's car, waiting quietly for Furiosa to wake back up. The idea of giving that part of himself up again... it's hard. It's still a raw nerve that he's afraid will hurt when plucked at.]
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Does it matter? Whatever you call me works.
[He'd had... a moment of weakness before — but that was a weakness spoken between only him and the women sitting in the back of a dead dictator's car, waiting quietly for Furiosa to wake back up. The idea of giving that part of himself up again... it's hard. It's still a raw nerve that he's afraid will hurt when plucked at.]