I am usually right. You'll find this uncanny, actually, since we're bound to meet, on account of my being one of Max's flatmates. Housemates.

[He knows what he's doing in regards to antagonizing two gentlemen about their relationship, but if it can instill a sense of survival in Helios, he would consider it a job well done.]

To be honest your first impression is you coughing up your lungs and scaring the living daylights out of me. I think that it's fair to consider a do-over. Over beer? My place, after you've recovered.