[ While the comment about him being cool gets him to smile a little, it doesn't last long as his mind drifts back to the topic of Max, and whether or not he should even continue asking into this possible other version of him. In the end, it's too hard to resist prodding further at the topic, despite his better judgment. ]

Max wasn't a friend, he was [ The closest thing he had to a father. ] family.

[ Thinking over the few times he'd seen or heard Max's full first name, he chews the edge of his lip again. ]

And I don't think that's what his name was short for...unless he was lying about that. But he was definitely older than thirty-five. Except he might have been thirty-five when he was Quicksilver. He's always been kinda vague about his history.

But, even if they are the same person he would probably be a different universe version of him. Or some time-traveling dimension hopping version of him. Which means he wouldn't be the version of him I'm looking for.

[ Getting himself a little too worked up, he throws his arms up in frustration, before settling himself back down with a vexed sigh and crossed his arms over his chest in a way that he's unintentional hugging himself a little. And as he glares at the ground his shoulders hunch uncomfortable. ]

Which I guess is the kinda stupid part. Like, even if it is him, it's not as if I can just hop-skip over into your the universe to drop in and say 'Hey, how're you doing? Oh, by the way, could you maybe stop sticking your turkey neck into the Speed Force? Because bad things always seem to happen to you when you do that.'