Max POV
Tank never seemed to tire, having me on his back, I was surprised how long he held onto me, chatting away and pointing things out as we made ourselves around the place, checking out the different games going on, but not joining any this time round, none of them appealed enough to make me want to climb off Tank's back. He seemed to have endless energy.
I was getting tired, and I must have yawned too often, prompting Tank to suggest we return to the others.
The bathroom first, and then hopefully I won't need to go again before bed.
It didn't surprise me that the number of people who greeted Tank was either a bro handshake or a nod. There was no backslapping because I was still on his back, but many congratulated him on making VP. Others just said hello; if they noticed the VP sta
