A game of Destiny
Gus replied, shaking his head.
"Don't tell me coming and getting out of the hell you were in was a mistake. We're your friends, and at least you had some fun, right?" Max stopped walking and smiled weakly, looking at his four friends: Gustavo and Alejandro, both Americans, Viktor and Sasha, Germans who came to work with him from Berlin.
"Of course, he's had fun shamelessly!" They all burst into laughter, seeing their friend blush and give himself away.
"Shut up, you jerk," they laughed even louder in that private boarding lounge.