[He's not sure if that's a suggestion or a question, but at least Max is trying.]

Personal preference, much like your dislike of shaving?

[A light tease that isn't an answer, so he makes another attempt at a real one. He crosses his arms and joins Max in the contemplation of the houseplant.]

I don't know. Too might time to think about things, maybe.

[Which isn't to say he doesn't think about things all the time, but the more his mouth moves the more likely it is that his mind decides to take trips down the lanes containing all of his regrets. And also:]

I find it...lonely.

[And he hates THAT, most of all]