Chewing softly on his lower lip, Maxxie listens and thinks. It's not exactly something he can get his mind around, for some reason.

"I never asked Deck why," he says. "It's so weird to me. I get seeing someone, thinking they're fit and wanting to shag them, without talking to them or anything. But if you really liked him, if you, like, admired him... wouldn't you find someone else to hassle? Wouldn't it just hurt more to hurt him than to hurt anybody else?"

Assuming it even hurt Dave to come at people he didn't know. Maxxie imagines it must.