The last few days Max talked little still trying to figure out how to deal with the loss. Everyday she was starting to get better about it though. At the moment was she putting books on the bookcases in the study upstairs. With the new house they had opportunities to make better plans rather then make the house as fast as they could. It still had to be made fast but they could take the time to look over it a bit better and figure stuff out. She heard Bruce and Greg finally get the couch into the living room and finished what she was doing before walking down stairs the folded up boxes in her hands. Walking over to the couch she stopped next to it looking down at Bruce. "Well someone seems tired." She joked.