That doesn't do anything to soothe Max. The opposite, actually. A while. A while? How is he supposed to cope? He already lost everything once. This isn't a vacation. This is a nightmare. Is he dead? Is this hell? Is that why there are no kitchens?

He doesn't actually say anything out loud, but his chest heaves as he comes dangerously close to sobbing. He wipes at his leaking eyes as covertly as he can, trying not to let Johnny see. What a miserable failure he is.