“I slept with Mia.” He gapes at me. “Max?” “Fuck, Loz.” He shakes his head. “How was it?” “What the fuck, dipshit?” “What?” He frowns, face a mask of hurt. “She’s the first since Anya, right? It’s normal for me to ask how it went.” “That is not a normal response, Max.” He finally starts the car. “It is. That’s what I was expecting you to ask me after you found out I banged your sister,” he says, deadpan.
