Assuming that Green had not, in fact, gotten totally #rekt, Char had not immediately thrown the letter away. Nor, however, did he immediately jump at the chance: he'd spent some time thinking it over, caught between the idea of lending some amount of permanence to the week he'd shared soul-flames with his trainer and his bitter urge to stay far, far away from Max forever.

Eventually, though, he made his choice: That afternoon, he stood at the entrance to Max's forge -- he knew Charizard instincts well enough to know that just barging into a place important to Max wouldn't exactly start things on the right foot, so he settled for calling out, the letter held tightly in one fist.

"Max!"