Max was wondering if he would still have some meaning of control or if it was all shot out of the dark.  He could not believe he had finally admitted his feelings to anyone.  He had never looked at himself like the monsters that used to beat him.  He had been doing what he did for years, he just never thought about it until now.<br/><br/>Max had already downed one glass of whiskey and was beginning to pour himself another one when he heard the door open.  He knew that Rimion was coming back inside and to be honest he figured he would have just left, but seeing he was still there he grabbed another glass and started to pour it.<span style="font-style: italic">“Mind if I partake in that whiskey with you?”</span>Max had heard as he turned to offer the glass that he already had poured, “I was already a step ahead of you.”<br/><br/>Max then turned and walked over to the couch and sat down placing his left ankle on his right knee and started tapping his foot.  Max was really unsure of what to say now that he had practical spill his life without giving too many details.  Max wondered how they were going to make this work.  Did he still want to play, but do things on terms?  Do what Rimion liked and what Max liked to do.  Max actually was getting a headache, so many things happened in a one day period.<br/><br/>“So…..”  Max started unsure of what to say.  “I figured you would have just left after that, it’s unlike me to not lock the door.”  Max always locked the door with the security pad, but for one reason he had forgotten.