"You know, Lucy, you always do this," Max ground out past clenched teeth, increasingly frustrated. "You talk and talk, but you're not listening to what I'm saying. I'm not happy if you're avoiding me and we're all wrapped up in this pointless drama. I don't even know what the fuck is going on, because nobody tells me a god damned thing, but I guarantee you it's not as big as you guys are making it out to be. Mom and Dad and Uncle Teddy might as well be here, bitching about the fact that I squandered all my potential to become a shiftless queer." He paused, took a long, steadying drag from his cigarette and slowly exhaled. "I'm not happy, Luce. I'm pretty fucking far from happy, okay?"