"It's drag night, I hope she enjoys herself," Brian drawled, catching hold of Max's wrist, briefly, then Max was off, flopping onto the couch like he belonged there.

Because he did. There hadn't been an official move in day, and Brian was pretty sure half of Max's stuff was still over at Ocean View, but his apartment and his bed were no longer just his.

"So, how was work, dear?" Brian singsonged, with a self-satisfied smirk. "Still holding vigil?"