[Max frowns, pressing his lips together into a tight line. He stays like that for a moment and then stands up slow and deliberate.]

I gotta go, alright? I'll let you come up with a plan. You need someone to talk to, just call me.

[He looks at the door, as if he's about to turn toward it and walk out, but he pauses. There's a ghost of a smile at the edge of his lips. Is this inappropriate? It's probably inappropriate.]

I'm not interested in dying with regrets, yeah? Just keep that in mind.