Isn't it lovely?

Max nodded, chuckling at her speech. "That's a good mentality." He laughed at her suicide comment, shrugging and admitting "well, maybe not a literal push. But if they're just doin' it for attention, then what are you waiting for?" He grinned deviously, holding up his index finger and thumb in the shape of a gun and "take 'em to the gun shop! Pick one out for 'em!" he offered, in the same steady voice he always used; it was even harder then normally to tell if he was serious or not. He paused, and then, with laughter evident in his voice "and while you're at it, take all the goody-two-shoes along."

"She's here, you know." Max attempted to comfort her, instantly wishing he hadn't. "I don't know if she can see you - anyone - while she's in this world, but..." He pointed to his right, realizing too late that it'd probably make Callie even more uncomfortable to glance over and see nothing where he was insisting a ghost was walking. "Maybe she's drawn to you, even if she can't see you." He shrugged, turning away. Despite his power, he really knew nothing about the dead.

Max glanced to his right, one eye twitching almost imperceptibly at the sight. "Yeah." He muttered, turning straight ahead.

"So, Calliflower?" He half-laughed, raising an eyebrow back at the girl. "I like it. It's... Cute." He was in for a head pounding, calling anything about her cute, but he really didn't care.

Max laughed. "You're lucky you're my only friend, and that you have such an adorable nickname, or I'd just drop you."

Max grinned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose that's another reason not to drop you; I don't have any particular urge to be thrown through a wall or two." He sighed, as if he'd be willing to go for it otherwise.