Ever since Tony's been gone, Maxxie's been quiet. Quiet for Maxxie, that is, which isn't really quiet at all but subdued. He talks to fill the silence around Effy, for both their sakes, but elsewhere he's got a look like he's in his own head a lot. The constant smell of marijuana clinging to his clothes has got a lot to do with that, too.

He doesn't shout out to greet Chris right off the bat when he sees him, but shuffles across the beach, hands in the pockets of his shorts and a joint clutched between his lips. He doesn't notice what Chris has got in his hand, only that he's got something.

"Pirate treasure?" he murmurs, sitting down beside his mate.