The van's reserves of hot water ebbs the longer he showers. Lukewarm water splashes and drizzles across Maxwell's body. Standing there, alone in the shower, his thoughts turn to Amy. "I hope she's doing alright. I want to believe she's fine. I want to believe that limp-dick prick Grail will follow through and leave her alone. Yet... I can't shake this feeling that I've been tricked and she's back to being that sick bastard's fuck slave. I don't know if i'm overthinking it or not though. Dammit! I should have just roasted the swine when I had the chance. But... if I had... Amy would have died too. fuck me." Maxwell shivers at the grim notion of his would be girlfriend suffering no matter which choice he made. Reaching for the faucet, he turns off the shower and leaves the small bathtub. Droplets of water fall from his naked form and leaves small pools where he steps. At the bathroom's mirror, he grabs one of Simone's brushes and combs through his hair with it. Untangling and straightening out the long strands of dark brown hair. Putting the brush down, Maxwell pulls a towel over his waist and exits that small bathroom.
Mostly dry by now. He opens the door and sees Irris joined them for the ride. Feeling a little self-conscious due to the fact he's only wearing a towel to conceal his nude form. Maxwell makes a fast walk to the passenger side seat next to Simone. Mindful to not move too quickly else he might reveal more to the elf than intended. Leaning over to Simone as she drives the van, he discreetly whispers to her. "Hey, was there anything pertinent that I missed? And is Irris joining us for a threesome later?"