"I have no idea what a circus is. My dad used that phrase a couple of times." He says, shrugging and chuckling. "Whenever Max and I would fight- and I won, I might add. Always- I would usually win by tossing him around till he decided not to get up again. Dad found it hilarious." He says, grinning at the memory.
"But yeah. We should probably split up." He says, patting her back. "You go right, I'll go left." He says, giving her a parting squeeze to the butt as he walks away.