A/N: This chapter is split into two parts due to it being a lot longer than I anticipated. Part 2 should be up in about a week :)

BZZT! BZZT!

I opened my eyes. I hadn't fallen asleep but I had laid with my eyes shut for a while. I looked down and saw the tissues had gotten stuck to the dried blood on my hand.

Ew.

I peeled the tissues off and tossed them to the side. I flexed my hand slowly. It still stung a little.

BZZT! BZZT!

My phone was buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out with my good hand as I put my teddy bear to the side.

I hope it's not Warren. I'm so not in the mood to deal with him right now.

I looked at the screen and saw it was Joyce. We'd exchanged numbers back at the diner. The phone continued buzzing in my hand as I wondered what I should do. Had David said something to her? I took a deep breath and answered the call, putting the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I said tentatively.

"Max, honey. It's Joyce. David told me what happened," she said.

"Oh…"

"Are you able to drop by our house? He wants to apologise."

"Apologise to me?"

"Yes, he hasn't told me the details but he knows he upset you a lot. Are you okay to come by?"

"Um, yeah. Sure, Joyce."

"Good, we'll see you soon."

"Okay. Bye, Joyce."

"Bye."

I hung up and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at the time: 2:30pm.

I guess I should at least hear David out.

I put the tissues in with the garbage and went to grab my bag.

Shit, I dumped it in the cemetery. It had my camera.

I decided to take care of my hand before I left. As I went to open my door I suddenly remembered my major meltdown to Logan and Victoria. Victoria especially was so not the type to keep things quiet, she'd probably told the whole school by now. At least people would probably be in class so I could hopefully get to the bus stop unseen. I went back to my desk and opened up my journal to my motivation page. As I looked over it I realised how weird it was that I needed to look at this every time I left the room to feel I could even do anything.

No more weird than still having a teddy bear at eighteen, Max. Or spending a week jumping back and forth in time...

I noticed the photos of Kate, Joyce and Mom and Dad on my desk. I needed somewhere to put these rather than just leaving them lying around. I scooped them up and opened the drawer by my bed. My eyes immediately fell on the photo of Chloe and I when we were kids. I dropped the other photos into the drawer before picking up the photo of Chloe and I. We were both smiling without a care in the world. The Chloe in this picture had no idea that when I left for Seattle she would never hear from me again.

I know Joyce told me Chloe never hated me, but what if she was lying? What if the Chloe that died in that bathroom thought the worst of me?

I put the photo back in the drawer and slammed it shut. I could feel that numbness creeping back in so I marched out of my room and shut the door.

I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I winced as my cut palm stung while I rubbed away the blood. I dried my hands and checked for some medical supplies. There were none left so I had no choice but to just be careful. I left the bathroom and headed for the exit.

I got off the bus and started making my way to Joyce and David's house. It was a short walk but it gave me some time to think.

I know David isn't the worst guy in the world. It's just I know what he's capable of. I saw him hit Chloe, even if I rewound and made sure that didn't happen. It's the worst thing about being able to rewind. You see and know things no-on else does. Like the dark room…

I shook my head and clenched my fists, then winced as I remembered my cut. I decided to not think myself into a depression and just looked around for distractions. I saw dozens of birds all sat on the power lines above me.

That would probably make a cool picture…if I had my camera…

Just get to the house, Max.

I noticed Chloe's truck in the driveway immediately, right next to David's car. I went up to the front door and stopped. I hadn't been here since the funeral and I'd gathered from talking to Joyce in the diner earlier I had visited at least once right after Chloe died. That was another Max though. For me, this was the first time being back in front of this house since losing Chloe. I rang the doorbell and heard it buzz as I waited anxiously. I inspected the cut on my hand. It wasn't bleeding but still stung. The door opened and I looked up to see Joyce wearing in her street clothes. She looked down at me and smiled softly before noticing my hand.

"Max, are you okay?" She opened my palm and inspected my cut.

"It's fine Joyce, really," I said.

"You need to get that taken care of. Come inside and I'll grab a bandage."

I stepped into the house and immediately saw my bag on the floor by the stairs. Joyce caught the look of surprise on my face.

"David picked it up and brought it home," she said. She went into to the kitchen and opened a drawer. She returned with a bandage which she wrapped around my hand. She glanced down the hall towards the dining area before talking in a hushed voice to me.

"I'm not sure what went on between you two but please give him a chance, Max. He can be…difficult sometimes but he isn't a bad person. Let him prove that to you," she said.

I know Joyce is right. David's not a bad person but it still doesn't excuse some of things he's done. In any timeline. Bugging the house without Joyce and Chloe knowing, keeping surveillance on the students and some of the ways he spoke to Chloe. I know he's still suffering from his time in the military but that doesn't make it okay. I'll give him the chance though. For Joyce if nothing else.

I nodded at Joyce as she finished with my bandage. I walked down the hallway and into the dining area. David was sat at the table, he looked up when he saw me before getting to his feet.

"Thank you for coming, Max. Please sit down," he said gesturing to the chair opposite him. He was being extremely formal. A throwback to his military days I assumed. I didn't want to start things off on a bad foot so I just nodded and sat down opposite him. Joyce had entered behind me.

"I'll leave you two alone to talk. If you need me-" she started.

"No, Joyce," David said. "There's some things I want you to hear too."

Joyce looked at me.

"You okay with me being here, Max?" she asked. I nodded feverishly. Even though I was willing to give David a chance I felt more at ease having Joyce with us. She said down next to David and held his hand on the table. I saw her give his hand a squeeze as David let out a deep breath. He looked at me.

"I'm sorry, Max," was all he said before waiting for me to speak. I just sat there awkwardly. In the end I just nodded. He sighed, probably wanting me to relieve him of the burden of doing the talking.

"I had no right to talk to you the way I did. Whatever was between you and Chloe is none of my business. Joyce has told me you cared a lot for her and is she says it then that's the truth. I have no right to question it," he said.

"I'm…I'm sorry too for some of the things I said. It wasn't my place either," I conceded.

"You shouldn't be, you were right," David replied bitterly.

"No. No I wasn't. I was just angry and said that stuff about Nathan…"

"You deserved to be angry because you were right. It's my fault Chloe died."

"David, no," Joyce interjected. "We've talked about this. I don't blame you."

"You should blame me. Both of you. It's all my-" David's speech was cut off as he started to cry. Joyce stood up and hugged him close. She rubbed the side of his head in a soothing manner.

"We all wish we could have done things differently," she said. "But you can't do this to yourself. I went through the same thing with William. You can't dwell over things you can't change," Joyce said.

"I never even told her I loved her. I never told her how much I cared," David sobbed.

"She knew, David. She knew you cared," Joyce assured him.

David just continued to sob into Joyce's chest. I'd only seen David this distraught once before. In the bunker after I told him Chloe had been shot by Jefferson. I was so angry that I just wanted Jefferson dead there and then. Even just for a while until I took it back to save Chloe. I left David alone in the bunker in turmoil just to satisfy my own selfish need for Jefferson to suffer. The only reason I was here now was thanks to David turning up when he did.

"Mister Madsen?" I said. David opened his eyes and looked at me.

"There are things you could have done that may have meant Chloe would still be here. There are things I could have done too. If I had been strong enough to stay in touch with Chloe then maybe she would have gotten mixed up with Nathan and… No matter how badly I want to, I can't change the past or decide what could have or should have happened. But I'm trying to never make the same mistake again. I'm trying to be stronger. What about you?" I said.

David lifted his head of Joyce's chest and wiped his eyes as Joyce sat back down.

"My time in combat…I never really came home. I tried to adjust to civilian life again but I don't think I ever did. That's what Chloe saw. I just wish she could have seen the real me," he said.

"You can still be that person you wished Chloe saw, even if she can't see it now," I said.

David nodded. He looked up at Joyce.

"I'm gonna get help. The kinda help I was too damn stubborn to get when Chloe was…I'm gonna get better. I promise," he said with determination. Joyce smiled back at David and sat back down next to him.

"And Joyce…" I started as she turned to look at me.

"I promise you I'm never abandoning your family again," I said.

"Max, moving away wasn't in your control…" Joyce said.

"But not staying in contact was," I interrupted. "Having Chloe think I didn't care was my fault and I'm never making that mistake again. I promise."

Joyce reached over the table and took my hand.

"I appreciate that, Max. We both do," Joyce said as she looked over at David. He nodded.

"You're far too mature for your age, Max. You'd have put Chloe to shame," he said with a small laugh.

"Thanks, Mister Madsen," I said.

"David...or Step-douche as Chloe so fondly called me." The three of us laughed.

"I'm glad you two have made up. We're all on the same side," Joyce said as David and I nodded. "Are you hungry, Max? I was thinking of making some sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but if you wanted some?"

"That sounds great, Joyce. I'd love some," I said.

Joyce, David and I talked over lunch. Even after we'd finished eating we continued to sit at the table sharing memories of Chloe and although the wounds of grief were far from gone it was nice to talk about her. I had to keep my memories of her strictly to when we were kids but I think Joyce appreciated being reminded of happier, simpler times.

"Thanks for having me, I really appreciate it," I said as I stood up from the table.

"You're always welcome here, Max," Joyce said.

"I'm glad we could make peace," David added.

"Me too. Oh, and thank you for bringing my bag back," I said.

"The least I could do," he replied. I nodded and left the table. I went into the hall and opened up my bag. I lifted out my camera and could immediately tell it had been damaged when I dumped it. Not like my original camera had been but it still needed fixing. I went back into the dining area.

"David, could I borrow…um, I mean would you have any small tools I could use to fix this?" I asked.

David looked at the camera, then at Joyce.

"Was that William's?" He asked her.

"It's my fault," I said jumping in. "I'm the one who threw my bag at the ground. I can fix it. I just need some tools if you have any?"

David nodded.

"Yeah, I should have some in the garage." He got up and went into the workshop area. I looked at Joyce, who smiled at me.

"I'm sorry Chloe never got to use this," I said. Joyce laughed a little.

"Oh Max, that thing was just gathering dust up in her room. William would have wanted it to be used well. I can't think of anyone you will use it better than you," she said.

I smiled at Joyce before looking up at the ceiling to where Chloe's room would be. I guess I must have been staring because I heard Joyce ask me something.

"Do you want to go up to her room, Max? She has a desk you can work on." I turned back to face her before giving a small nod.

"It'll probably look a little different than you remember. I'll confess I've not been in since I gathered her things to give you. You can come back down when you're ready and I'll give you a ride back to Blackwell," she said.

"Thanks, Joyce," I said.

David returned from the garage with the tools.

"I don't know what does what but I'm sure you know what you're doing," he said as he handed them to me.

"That's okay, I can figure it out. Thanks, David."

I turned around and went down the hallway and up the stairs. I paused outside the door to Chloe's room. I'd been in there several times before, but not like this. Not without the Chloe I knew. The only time I had gone in alone was when Chloe was paralysed. Seeing her empty room in the other timeline broke my heart, but I knew I still had Chloe at that moment. Now the room would be as a knew it but without Chloe... I opened the door and stepped inside. It was exactly the same as I had seen it before. Even her beer bottles in the corner of the room and cigarette tray were untouched. I looked around the room some more. I looked at the closet and saw the clothes Chloe had given me were still in there. I looked under the bed and found the box with the mix CD and the photo of Chloe and Rachel Amber.

I'm so sorry, Rachel. It feels awful to know everytime I was looking at your missing person posters that Chloe and I never stood a chance of saving you. I'm glad you were here for Chloe when I wasn't.

I put the photo back under in the box and under the bed. I thought about putting on Chloe's CD but it didn't feel right without her. My first picture with William's camera was of Chloe rocking out like only she could. If I wanted to take any more pictures with it I really needed to get to work. I sat at Chloe's desk and grabbed the tools I needed.

A short while later and the camera was good as new. I thought back to when Chloe and I came back to her room at the start of "that week." She was still mad at me until she realised I had saved her life by setting off the fire alarm.

Was that the moment she forgave me? Right after that was when she gave me William's camera. If we'd just met under...normal circumstances would she have just stayed angry at me?

I put my head in my hands and started to cry.

I miss you so much Chloe. I'm so sorry I didn't give you one fucking call to let you know I cared.

"Max?"

I turned around to see Joyce through my tear filled eyes. I got up and hugged her as I felt Joyce's arms around me.

"I'm so sorry, Joyce," I sobbed.

"For what?" she asked.

"I'm sorry I never gave Chloe one lousy call. Maybe things would be different if I had just..."

"Max Caulfield..." Joyce stepped back and put her hands on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked up at Joyce.

"We went through all this back at the diner. And I know you did not give my husband advice that you aren't gonna follow yourself," she said.

"I just...I just can't be sure if I had bumped into her or something...that she would have forgiven me," I confessed.

"She might have been angry, Max," Joyce said. "But I know she would have forgiven you."

"How do you know? I asked.

"It was your birthday last month wasn't it? September 21st?"

"Yeah..." I said, confused.

"Chloe told me that herself. I came up to her room to tell her to turn her music down, something I did an awful lot. She turned it off and said it was your birthday. She was looking at William's old camera on her shelf. I think she was angry at herself for letting it just sit there all those years. She remembered how much you loved taking pictures when you were little and wondered if you still were. She said you'd probably make better use of it if you had it instead. When I gave it to you Max it wasn't from me, it was from Chloe. I know, given the chance, she would have given you that camera herself. So please believe me when I tell you Chloe would have forgiven you. It might not have happened in an instant, but she would be happy to have you back again," Joyce said.

As I stared at Joyce everything clicked. She just described exactly how Chloe had been once we reconnected. Sure, she had been angry (rightfully so) initially but before the afternoon was out she had given me William's camera. We were talking and hanging out like old times (except with maybe a little more drama). I'd been obsessing so much over the Chloe that died in that bathroom, over whether or not she would have forgiven me that I forgot she already did. Saving her life was just a shortcut to earning her forgiveness. It would have taken longer but we would still have made it. I wiped my eyes and smiled up at Joyce.

"Thank you, Joyce. You're right," I said.

"Max, I know my daughter, of course I'm right," Joyce chuckled. She looked around Chloe's room. "I know I'll have to start clearing stuff out eventually. Take her clothes down to the charity store. Just can't bring myself to touch this room yet," she said.

"There's no rush, Joyce. It's understandable. I know it takes time," I said. Joyce turned back to me and smiled.

"I'll take you back to Blackwell whenever you're ready, see you downstairs," Joyce gave my shoulder a tender rub before leaving the room.

I picked up the camera and thought I should probably check it was fixed. I stood in the door way and looked through the viewfinder to fit in as much of Chloe's room as I could. I snapped the picture and collected the polaroid. Based on the quality of the photo William's camera was saved. I gave Chloe's room one last look before shutting the door behind me.

I went downstairs and saw Joyce at the bottom of them. I picked up my bag from the floor to put my camera and photo away, before putting the bag strap over my shoulder.

"Ready," I said to Joyce.

"David, I'm taking Max back to Blackwell. I won't be long," Joyce called down the hall. David appeared from the dining area.

"Good bye, Max," he said. "Thank you for coming by and understanding my…outburst. I appreciate it."

"We're all fighting our own battles, David. I really hope you get the help you need. You deserve some kind of peace," I said. David smiled.

"I will. Good luck to you, hope to see you around Blackwell sooner rather than later," he said.

"You too. Bye, David," I said giving him a wave before looking back at Joyce. She grabbed the car keys and we headed outside. As I walked over to David's car I looked over at Chloe's truck again.

"Chloe never did tell me where she got it from," said Joyce. "I always thought the junk yard was the likeliest place. She fixed it up pretty good. Chloe left behind a lot of things I'll always cherish. Her parking tickets were not one of them," she chuckled. I laughed before getting in Joyce's car.

Joyce pulled into the Blackwell parking lot into the nearest space.

"Thanks, Joyce," I said.

"Anytime, Max," she replied.

"I don't just mean the ride. I meant today in general. You've helped me so much in dealing with everything. I know I can't exactly return the favour but I meant what I said. I'll always be here for you. David too," I promised.

"I appreciate you hearing David out, Max. It's tempting sometimes to just want to see the worst in people and assume there's nothing more beyond that. Chloe, as much as I'll always love her, seemed determined to make that easy for a lot of people. If you'd met I know you'd have brought out the best in her. You always did, even when you were kids," she said.

"I tried to, Joyce."

"You're going to be just fine, Max," Joyce continued. "You're not the little girl we said goodbye to all those years ago. You're a woman now and I have to agree with David, you're far too mature for your age," she said with a smile.

I smiled weakly back at Joyce.

"Feels like I don't have a choice sometimes," I confessed.

"Oh, Max. You're aren't responsible for everyone and everything. You should enjoy being young while you can. You'll miss it when it's gone, trust me."

"You're still young, Joyce," I said. She laughed.

"Now you're just teasing me," she said. I laughed. I stopped when I looked up in the mirror and saw someone walking across the parking lot. Warren.

"Shit…" I said as I tried to scrunch myself into my seat.

"What's wrong?" Joyce asked.

"That guy walking through the parking lot. I'm trying to avoid him."

"Why's that?"

"It's complicated, Joyce."

She just chuckled.

"That can only ever mean one thing, Max."

"No. No, he's a- I mean he was- he might still be a friend. He's had feelings for me for a while..." I said.

"Well that's not a surprise, Max. I expect they'd be lining up for you," Joyce said.

I felt my cheeks go a little red.

"That's not exactly how things are, Joyce. Anyway, his name's Warren. Earlier today I tried to get it all out in the open so we could move past it but he just got really mad. He kinda implied he was only being nice so I'd go on a date with him. Now I just don't know what to do," I said.

"Sounds like a bit of a mess," Joyce said. "There's one thing I know for sure, Max. In the heat of the moment people can say and do things they don't really mean. I raised Chloe as a daughter so believe me, I know all about that. She'd get mad about the smallest things but she'd always apologise, however begrudgingly. She knew when she was wrong, even if she'd never use those exact words. You need to ask yourself do you really think that boy was only being nice to you for a date, or was he just angry you didn't feel the same and saying whatever he could to express it?" She suggested.

I sat and thought on what Joyce had just said. I really wanted to believe Warren was just angry, but even if it was just that it was still an awful thing to do. It made it seem like he didn't care.

Then I thought about "that week" and everything Warren did. He put himself out there to stop Nathan and got beat up in the process. He was there for me after Kate jumped. He helped me make the bomb I needed, even when he must have known I was planning on using it for something bad. He stopped Nathan, again, even if I did have to stop him from going too far. Finally, when I told him the most insane story about Jefferson and travelling through time, he believed me. I could tell he wasn't just playing along. He believed what I was saying. He cared. I'd even thought about kissing him goodbye because I knew it would mean more to him just getting a kiss from some girl.

"No, Joyce. I know that he cares," I said.

"Well, then maybe he spoke out of turn and made a mistake. Whether or not you want to forgive that mistake is up to you. If you think you can, then he's right there," Joyce said. I looked in the mirror again and saw Warren walking across the parking lot. He was heading towards his car a few spaces from us. I looked at Joyce and nodded.

"Wish me luck," I said as I took off my seatbelt.

"Good luck, Max," she said. I went to open the door.

"Just promise me something," Joyce added.

"What is it?" I asked.

"If it turns out he's just an asshole then don't give him a second thought. You don't deserve to have your time wasted, Max," she smiled. I laughed a little.

"Thanks, Joyce." I got out and shut the door. I walked around the truck and saw Warren was about to get in his car.

"Warren!" I called. He looked up to see me. He paused for a moment before slowly walking around the car to face me. I slowed down and stopped too. I wrung my hands nervously as I heard Joyce reversing behind me before leaving the parking lot.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said back. He seemed to be rooted to the spot so it was up to me. I approached him slowly and stopped about two feet from him. We stood there again in silence until…

"I'm sorry," he said. "I- I was an asshole. You're already dealing with so much crap without me adding to it. You don't owe me anything. I'm sorry."

Phew…

"Warren…"

"I really want us to stay friends. But if you don't want to I get it."

"Warren…"

"It's just you were the first person I've ever been in love with, Max. I handled it like an idiot and I-"

"Warren!" I shouted. He stopped rambling.

"You were an asshole. We can agree on that," I continued. He nodded.

"I know you were angry, but that doesn't mean what you said was okay. I told you how I felt because I thought you'd be better than that." Warren nodded again.

"I know you were hurt and, yeah, you didn't handle it the best. But I also know that you care. You made a mistake and I really still want to believe you're the person I thought you were."

"I am, Max. I was stupid. I really don't want you hating me."

"I don't hate you, Warren. I still want you as a friend."

"So do I. I really do care about you. Even if you don't feel the same."

"Let's just agree to put it behind us, okay?"

"Absolutely."

We both stood there for a moment before Warren broke the silence.

"I guess a hug's probably out of the question but can we seal the deal with a high five at least?" He said putting up his hand. I laughed a little. I stepped forward and gave him a big hug, which I think surprised him.

"I really am sorry, Warren. You've done so much for me you have no idea. Things would be so much easier if I just saw you the same way," I said. Warren hugged me back.

"Yeah it would, but what can you do?" He said.

"Promise me you will try to move on. I'm really not worth your attention, Warren."

"Hey, don't say that. You're amazing, Max. Trust me, my dating standards are high," he said. I laughed.

"Clearly higher than your fashion standard."

"Ouch."

I laughed again and stepped back from Warren.

"If it makes you feel better, I know exactly how it feels. I've had plenty of experience in the they-don't-feel-the-same department," I said.

"That I find hard to believe."

"Thanks, but incredibly yeah, it's true. I think you might be surprised just how many other people are right for you."

"You sound like you have someone specific in mind," he said stroking his chin.

"Yes, but I'm not telling," I said copying him.

"Now that's cruel," he laughed.

"Hey, can I get a picture of you, for a personal project, sorta?"

"Of course."

Warren lent over the bonnet of the car and struck a pose. I smiled as I took out my camera and snapped the shot. I put the polaroid into my bag.

"Is it okay if I get one of the two of us for er…prosperity?"

"Yeah, of course." I went over raised my camera up to take a selfie. I put my arm around Warren's back. He put his round my shoulder.

I pressed the button and took the picture. I took out the polaroid and as it faded into view I saw both of us had big smiles on our faces. I could tell Warren's was genuine.

"Looking good," he said.

"I'm glad you think so," I said. "Do you mind if I ask how you're feeling right now. About us, I mean."

"Er...I guess I'm just happy that we can still be friends after I almost screwed everything up."

"So right now, you feel happy?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"Good."

I held out the picture for Warren to take.

"Because I want you to have this."

"Really, why?"

"These feelings you have for me? They won't go away over night," I said. Warren's smile faded a little.

"Yeah, I know..." he said.

"And that's okay, it'll take time. But they will go away. If you ever get frustrated at the situation I want you to look at this picture and remember how good it feels right now to still have me, even if it's not in the way you want."

Warren took the photo and looked at it before smiling at me.

"Okay, I'll take it on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you stop thinking you aren't worth anyone's attention, Max. You're amazing. Promise me that whichever guy you end up with knows how lucky he is to be with you," he said. I felt myself go red.

"Thanks, Warren. Um...does the same apply if it's a girl?" I said as I brushed the back of my neck. Warren's eyebrows rose quickly.

"Er...yeah, guy, girl whatever. Just so long as they know how amazing you are, deal?"

"Deal."

"Now can I get that high five?" he asked holding up his hand. I laughed and relented.

"Just so I'm in the loop," said Warren. "How many other people know you're..."

"It's er...kinda been a sudden realisation to be honest. I only told my parents this morning and they were cool. But you're the only friend I've told right now."

"I'm honoured. I promise I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. I'm good at keeping secrets," he said.

"Really, because you sucked hard at hiding your feelings for me," I chuckled.

Warren blushed slightly.

"Okay I suck with my own secrets but other people's..." he mimed zipping his mouth shut. "Maybe it is best to keep it on the down low for now. Once the word gets out the ladies will be lining up for you instead of me," he said. I laughed.

"Thanks, Warren. Honestly, I've got bigger things to worry about. If people know, they know. Oh God, speaking of "bigger things..."

"Victoria?" Warren guessed.

"Yeah, let me guess. People are talking about it.?"

"Just a little...it's not all bad though. I've heard people saying it's awesome Victoria finally got smacked down for a change," Warren said.

"I wish I could see it that way."

"What are you gonna do?" he asked.

"I need to see Principal Wells before things get worse. He probably already knows Victoria's version of events and I'm sure it won't be pretty."

"Want me to come with you? I can vouch," Warren offered.

"No, it's okay. I'd better go it alone. Thanks again for everything, Warren. I'm glad we're okay."

"Me too, Max." He held up the photo I gave him. "I'll keep this safe, promise. I'm visiting my parents for the weekend so if you need me at all I'm just a text or call away."

"Thanks, Warren. Have a great weekend."

"Bye, Max. Good luck!"