Bart steps back and waits for Max to walk, before following along at his side. He's not a particularly short man, average at best, but next to Max he feels utterly dwarfed. His hands lace together and fidget, eyes down in front of him as he tries to put words to his thoughts.

"Thank you. Have you been to the beach yet? I know it's been cold out, but it's still nice to sit and watch the waves. Soothing."