<span style="font-style: italic">“Why? Why did you care whether or not I was ok?”</span>Rimi was not surprised to hear that from him. He had always some concern for his Masters, whether he liked them or not? Not because he was supposed to, but because he had enough respect to do so. "Well, I like you, Max. Yeah, we got off on the wrong foot, but the past is past." Rimion was two seconds away from saying that they could be friends. Not that Rimion would not have liked that, but he was getting bored of the constant "Slaves and Masters cannot be friends" bullshit.<br/><br/>As Max handed him a schedule, his heart sort of sank a little. While this schedule was rather indifferent to his normal schedule, it was rather disappointing that Max would literally resort to this. Did he have to stick to the Slave & Master persona just regain some sanity? This took the surprise out of everything. And with no surprise, either he or Max would or they both would soon lose interest in all this. While he minded this somewhat, the only way he saw this getting any better was at least give this a chance. "I can feel the surprise being ripped out of it all just from looking at this thing. But I guess it can't be helped." He handed the schedule back to Max, trying to manage a smile, though in the back of his mind, he was pretty annoyed at this. He felt like he was getting friend zoned but in this case, he doesn't have many options in getting out of this. But if this was Max wanted, who was he to argue it?