The huff from his left made Max’s expression sour, “What’s the problem now?”
“I hate this.”
Max frown, “What exactly do you hate? The beautiful colours of Autumn, the tranquility, the promise of another gorgeous day.”
His words were met with silence and for a moment Max chose to believe that the issue had been dropped, but he should have known better.
“I hate what we’ve become, I hate that this is as good as it gets, I hate that this moment is fleeting, and I’ll never get to enjoy it.”
“You’re a reflection, get over it.” Max sniped acrimoniously.