Max strolled into the computer room, trying to appear casual. She assumed her usual perch on the edge of the desk, to the left of Loganandcomputer. (They had merged to become one entity at this point.)
"Hey," she said after a minute or so of chewing on her sandwich.
"Hey Max," he replied, not actually moving his gaze from the computer. Max waved the files she had brought with her under his nose, jerking them away when he reached to grab them. They continued this process repeatedly until, in an act of surrender, Logan wheeled around to face her.
"Okay, okay, I can take a hint," he smiled at her. "Even if I am a little slow on the uptake." The smile was meant to dazzle her, to make her relent and give up the files. Max, having none of it, stood her ground, crossing her arms over her chest, files safely out of his reaches in the hand furthest away from him. Logan, seeing this, decided to try a different approach.
"Max," his voice was a cross between cajoling and whining. "May I please have the files?" Max resisted the urge to laugh.
"Say 'pretty please.'"
"Max-" full-blown whine.
"With a cherry on top," Max was laughing at this point. Logan's eye's narrowed; he wheeled around, turning back to his computer. Max's laughter ended abruptly.
"Oh here, you big baby," Max snapped, peeved that he wouldn't play along. She tossed the files into his lap, and stood to leave. Logan winced and sighed.
"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "Don't go. I'm sorry. Lately I've been…"
"Grumpy? PMS-y? Acting like a five year old?" Max supplied, managing to maintain a straight face. Logan laughed, shaking his head as he did so.
"Feeling Overwhelmed?" Max offered, serious now. "Confused?" She pushed herself back up onto the desk. "Nothing at all?"
"That last one's pretty much a given," Logan responded absentmindedly, leafing through the files she'd brought.
That was it. Max had had enough of his self-deprecating remarks. She slapped him across the face--hard. Once he recovered from the blow, he looked up at her in shock.
"Feel that, Mopey?" She smirked.
"What the hell? Why did you do that?" Logan's voice was beginning to rise.
"Really, really, really, really, really long list of answers to that question, Logan. How much time do you have?" Max's voice rose to match his volume.
"Cut it down to the top five," Logan's voice was scathing.
"M'kay. Five: I have a naturally violent tendency towards whiny brats." Logan opened his mouth to argue this point, but Max cut him off. "Four: I'm sick of all of your moping. Three: You've been acting like a jackass for the past two weeks. Two: Vertes. One: I've had enough of the attitude. So either find yourself a self esteem, or find yourself a new super freak to do your legwork, because I've had it." And with that, Max stormed out, leaving a very stunned Logan behind her.