[ She shrugs. ] Girls are less... terrifying. [ Which was saying something, because girls still felt pretty damn terrifying.

She shifts a little uncomfortably when she mentions having memories of their talks, looking at the ground. It's weird when Miramax and Max are so meshed together, so much the same person but so... different.

She can only imagine how hard it must be to hear Max's anxieties. It's hard enough living in her own head with how much she overthinks, she would be pretty sure any mirror version of herself would go crazy. ]

Yeah. Thinking too much has always been a bad habit of hers. You must get one hell of a headache.