Max stared at Elise, seeing how she was being stubborn with him. "Elise... I've been treated bad my whole life not just from my father but from past friends. I don't want the same thing happening, I don't want history to repeat itself.." he said, walking towards her and trying to get past her. However, his attempts failed because as Elise had said, she wouldn't let him leave. He had to think of things quickly in his mind. What would work and what wouldn't work. It was hard to figure out what to do, so he decided to fake it. And he took Theater at some point in his high school years, so he knew some stuff. First, he started to look depressed, his eyes looked sad and tears were starting to form in his eyes. "Your just trying to keep me here in this 'hellhole' as you called it. Surely that means you want me to suffer..." Tears started to stream down his face, but he couldn't feel it the slightest. "Why are you being this way, Elise?" his eyes looked puffy after the tears had shed. He was making sure that Elise's guard was lowering, waiting for her to show sympathy. And when he thought he had a chance, tried to run past her, barely getting half way out of the door.