Max had wrapped a towel around his waist when he stepped out of the shower.  He was thinking about what Rimion had said in the basement and he almost laughed a little when he thought about how he was acting.  He always was so strong, unwavering and here he was at a loss for words and he did not like that feeling.<br/><br/>Max pulled out some pants and boxer briefs and slipped them on leaving off his shirt and went out to the living room where he had the whiskey and poured him another glass.  Sipping on the whiskey he went in search of Rimion, and when he finally found him he leaned against the door way in just his pants and no shirt.  He was leaning there staring at his glass twirling the brown amber liquid around in the glass.  “Rimion, about downstairs” Max stopped a moment trying to wrap his mind around what he wanted to say.  “You put a lot of things on the table, many of which I had not thought about in a long time.”<br/><br/>Max was still trying to figure out why he was opening up to this man he had known for a very short period of time.  “Why do you have the sudden urge to beat the shit out me?”  Max asked then took a sip of the whiskey