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Max nodded slowly in response, his expression grim yet satisfied. Then he leaned forward and rested both of his forearms against his knees again, watching intently as James began to pace around me in order to find me. His eyes narrowed angrily at every step that he took towards me, and I could hear the tension building in his chest grow louder each passing second. Finally, after nearly ten minutes of walking aimlessly back and forth across the room, Jimmy stopped in his tracks before turning around and staring directly at me.

I tensed instinctively upon seeing him, wondering whether this was it: he was about to murder me with an ice pick or something similar. However, he simply stared back at me with a blank look in his eye as he mumbled irritably, "Hey."