Max blinked, looking at Elise for a moment as he was trying to dry his hair with a towel. "I see you returned from whatever you were doing... Why were you.. in my bed?" he asked. Thinking for a bit, he had little suspicion in his eyes. "You.. didn't do 'that' did you?" he asked, a little bit surprised but still doubting. He hesitated for a moment before walking over to sit on his side of the bed and dry his hair. It was hard to tell if it was even drying. Sighing he just sat there, fed up with his hair and let the towel drape over his head and face. He was a funny character this way, but also, you had to feel sorry for him. Most things he couldn't do that required the sense of touch, sometimes it was important things too. It was hard to list off anyway.<br/><br/>As he sat there, thinking about things, he wondered why it was that Elise had been in bed with him. She kissed him back, he knew that much. But his suspicion was growing a bit more about her. Why did she do the things she did, and why were they different? Just thinking about it confused him, and he resumed where he was.