"is now a good time to tell you i'm afraid of heights?" some irony from mjf's best bro, a GUH-reat guy 🥲
The thing about Baron was that no one knew if he was being serious or sarcastic, regardless of the context of which he was referencing. This was definitely one of those moments -- Max enjoying a day in Florida at a waterpark with one of his best friends in the business. Weirdly enough, the two had yet to share any time in the ring and it was more or less a mutual respect thing built between the two of them, but it was one of the few people he was able to just... relax and hang out with, with zero reservation. He didn't have to put up a front and for that, he relished in it.
"You're afraid of heights?" He shoots a questioning glance up at the obviously taller man, squinting as Max can't help but be perplexed as the sun's heat would beat down on the two of them some more. There was no way he was afraid of heights, "It's a little too late for that now, isn't it?" Max beamed now as his eyes shift to the pool looming over the ledge that they were standing at and it was about a 10-foot drop to the water. They'd be sliding down to it in mere seconds, once the pool attendant gave them the go-ahead anyway, but the way he'd just flat-out admitted this fear after they trudged up the stairs made him roll an eye. "Unless you wanna go back down the steps and look like a pussy, I suggest you put your big boy pants on and go down with me.... or are you just yanking my chain, bro?"
