Charles: I love you.
Max: I think I may have developed some kind of attachment to you too.
Charles:
Charles: Baby, you cried about how much you love me when you were sick and I made you soup. We are way past this fake nonchalance.
Max: ...that was a moment of weakness.
Charles: So, should I send back the engraved bracelet I got—
Max: Cancel it and I will shunt you in the wall.
Charles: *smiles fondly* Love you too, chèri.















