Max watched as Kieara took his hand and led him back upstairs. He glanced at their hands for a moment, then slowly lifted his head to look back at Kieara. When they made it upstairs and back to Kieara's room, he pulled his hand away, not really liking the physical contact as usual. But she had asked if he was tired. Surely he was since he had been awake for quite a while at that since a day or two ago. Sleep was probably best for him. He went to go sit on the bed, a tired look in his eyes as he didn't say anything to her. The shirt he was wearing that Kieara had let him borrow was bothering him slightly as he tended to sleep without a shirt, for comfort reasons. So he removed it, leaving it on the floor as his rude personality started to kick in due to lack of sleep and lied down on one side of the bed.