Max's stomach does a summersault when he first reads that text, until the winky face registers. Oh. OH. That kind of help.

On my way!

He arrives at the spa breathless from running, because even if it isn't an emergency, exactly, Max will still always come running like an eager puppy for his loves.

But when he gets through the door, his jaw hits the floor. Is that... BASH?? He's so shocked you'd think he'd seen a ghost. For once, he's speechless.