[With the reassurance from his brother, he feels a lot safer than he has in a long time. It meant a lot to finally share that secret with someone, and for Michael to let Max know he was a safe space, was a damn fine thing.]

You know, Michal. All those times I threw your ass in jail and got mad. I wasn't really all that pissed. I had to be firm, to be a tough ass, cause I knew you needed it, but I've always been so fucking proud of you. You've always been the one I trusted most. Like now. Thanks for this, really. man.

[He toasts the shot, and then settles back, doing something for comfort that he doesn't think about because it's something he's been doing to people he cares for a long time. When he gets close to someone, and starts to feel this overwhelming sense of... whatever, he turns and slips a hand low along Michael's waist, touching the skin barely beneath his shirt, only just to touch skin. It's a comforting thing-- knowing someone's skin is there for you. That's all it is. Really]

Alright, tell me... [He has to grab the magazine with the other hand now, and look it over with a grin.] tell me... What's a guaranteed way to turn you on?