They wake up at the same time.

Max knows this because his alarm is wrong.

It’s not the sharp, monotonic vibration he uses. It’s music...actual music...something upbeat and annoyingly cheerful, and for half a second he thinks he’s still dreaming, because why would he ever do that to himself?

He groans, rolls over, and smacks blindly at the nightstand.

His hand knocks into a glass of water he does not remember placing there.

The groan that leaves his mouth is… not his.