Max chuckled to himself. So Ethan had finally grown a pair and asked her out, her being the resident ice princess of Holby ED. Most tied the beginnings of the pair's romance to that punch, but Max -being the perceptive man he was- had seen the key signs of love far earlier. He would even have said they had started to fall for each other almost the first time they met. But loving was one thing, relationships were another entirely. Would this one work, or would it crash and burn? Max was distracted from his romantic musings by a shout for a trolley.
Max was bored. Simple as that. Even in the busy ED he still found reason to be bored. He could however find interest in that couple upon whom the eyes of the ED were resting. Watching Ethan and Lily smile and laugh, Max suddenly felt jealous. Jealous of their relationship, their sheer happiness in each other, how they could be open about it. Jealous of how anyone could see how much they loved each other and how they would both be hard pressed to leave. He rubbed his forehead; where had this romantic sap come from?
