Oh god, why did he even say that? Now this guy probably thought he was a weirdo or something. He'd have to try and play it cool, like there wasn't anything going on here. Since there wasn't anything going on, as Max made a very determined effort to not look at his shower buddy for more than a few seconds at a time.

"What do you mean?" Oh god, he already thought he was a freak. Why was he talking to someone in the shower? The guy gave him a look-over even, not that he was interested. Probably. No, definitely not. Maybe he had a different reason, something else... he had to be looking at him for another reason. Like...

He winced as he brushed a hand over a square gash in his upper arm. There, that'd be a good reason to stare at someone, right? If they were covered with a bunch of really weird scratches and stuff? "Uh, do you mean these?" Max gestured vaguely at some of the scratches across his face and arms. "Uh, I guess they're not serious. I used to think these invisible monster things were doing them, hee hee." Giggling stupidly and nervously and why did he say that? It just came out of him, why was he even talking about this? Christ, what was wrong with him? Oversharing on a plane or bus was one thing but this was a shower, for god's sake.