He's twelve, Max, he does what twelve-year-old boys do. Remember being twelve?
[ By now, he'd thought he was used to Max's cold, clinical nature. He hadn't ever fully believed she's as detached as she claims to be. But it'd been convenient for both of them not to probe too deeply into either's secrets, lift up the rock to see what ugly things are underneath.
He's not in the mood to entertain it now. ]
And what the hell do you mean, there isn't anything you can do? You can do all the things I can't do. You think if I could borrow a bloodhound's nose for real I wouldn't have already done it?
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[ By now, he'd thought he was used to Max's cold, clinical nature. He hadn't ever fully believed she's as detached as she claims to be. But it'd been convenient for both of them not to probe too deeply into either's secrets, lift up the rock to see what ugly things are underneath.
He's not in the mood to entertain it now. ]
And what the hell do you mean, there isn't anything you can do? You can do all the things I can't do. You think if I could borrow a bloodhound's nose for real I wouldn't have already done it?