"Maxie-Max," Daniel leaned over to bop Max's nose. "Look at you, all hard at work."
Max looked up from the Red Bull-issued tablet with a small scowl. "That is of course because you are doing nothing," he said plainly, patting the chair next to him. "You can sit, and help."
"Nah," was Daniel's cheerful response as he finished scooping his yoghurt bowl into his mouth, and through a mouthful: "this shit's the good stuff. Want some?"
"Just because you are not on a diet -" Max's voice rose with every word until Daniel gave him another bop on the nose, and just like it'd worked back when they were teammates, it worked again, Max going cross-eyed to track Daniel's finger.
"I'm joking," Daniel said, and his voice was much more subdued. "Want a kiss instead?"
"Yes, Daniel -"
And then Daniel was tackled.











