(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/061/a/8/nico_xiii_by_unseen62-d3ar2lm.jpg)<br/>Max came home late that evening just as it got dark. Where he had been all day would be a poor question to ask him. It would be more fitting to ask where he<em>hadn't</em>been. Once he was on campus for classes, he rarely made it home at a reasonable hour, often sticking around for at least three hours after his last class. Then he would get to the library, have coffee and bagels and<em>maybe</em>to homework, with everyone he knew. He knew practically everyone. Then there were the school clubs where he has held nearly ever officer position available at on point or another. People just generally liked the guy, and with his quick wits, charming smile, and classy style, it was easy to see why.<br/><br/>The door shut behind him as he let out a sigh, relaxing into the comfort of home and the relative peace of the company of his housemates. He knew that Sage would probably be home and that Nikki worked late tonight at the Grill. Considering his status as social butterfly, he knew a lot about a lot of people, and some people knew a lot about him, but no one more than Sage.<br/><br/>Sage had been at his side when he had come out to his parents as gay, only to later irradiate them later by realizing he was bi. It was then that he all but moved in with him and decided to get through college. He would always be grateful for all Sage had helped him with, financially and emotionally.<br/><br/>It was then that Max heard the TV on in the living room and caught a waft of rubbing alcohol. Looking in the archway he saw a familiar sight, clean tattooing gear and a passed out Sage. Stepping softly into the room he turned the TV off. For a second he stood there, looking at the sleeping Sage, how peaceful he looked, and it was when he slept that Max could see Sage as the young adult he was, despite Sage taking on all the responsibilities of someone far older than him.<br/>