The Blac residence was a huge property with complete amenities seen in luxury establishments. When Cosette went to make some snacks, refusing everyone's helping hand, Maxen dragged his feet towards the theater room to set up nothing. The servants cleaned every corner and room of the mansion. Therefore, he just had to sit down leisurely and overthink Cosette's 'dangerous' hobby.
Even when she arrived and they both chose a horror film, his concern for her continuously increased.
Maxen was just sitting at arm's length in the middle of the long couch. His eyes were fixed on the enormous television, bearing an utterly solemn countenance. His mind, however, was drifting about something else.
'Why is she so into those kinds of stories?' he asked himself for the umpteenth time, remembering how she was giggling and squealing earlier. 'Does she need therapy for this too?'
