HE SHOULD’VE SEEN THIS COMING A mile away when he had accepted max’s invite to go on the hiking trip. there had been the promise of food and good company from various ‘friends’ — griffin had a hard time believing the latter, but he could join for the meal. it had soon become evident that even though max had, with the years they had spent together, started to feel like home, direction was neither of their strong suit in times like these. griffin wasn’t sure they were even headed the right way, and he turned his phone around several times to figure out just where the dysfunctional maps-app were taking them. his roommate seemed to be preoccupied with ideas of his own though and griffin, whilst not actually particularly annoyed, let out a halfhearted sigh. «max, stop picking flowers. we’re gonna be late.»