Strange as it may seem, their arguments are part of the routine. The lack of it throws him off, and Max is a creature of habit. The receiver drops from his ear to his shoulder as he stares at the door, then he swears under his breath.
Drop the fucking case, already.
He draws a hand down over his face. The phone starts beeping, having been off the hook too long.
"Fine, fine." He reaches over and stabs a finger at it, renewing the dial tone. Montoya's going to get a call, and she's not going to like it.
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Date: 2007-04-24 07:32 pm (UTC)Drop the fucking case, already.
He draws a hand down over his face. The phone starts beeping, having been off the hook too long.
"Fine, fine." He reaches over and stabs a finger at it, renewing the dial tone. Montoya's going to get a call, and she's not going to like it.
Neither does he.