"Did you know that wasn't me, the other Max?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. I pressed further, asking how he could tell us apart. I explained that we look identical, with matching scars and scratches, even wearing the same clothes. It was confusing to distinguish between us.
He then turned to me with a grin that brightened my world. He said the key difference was that the other Max had offered to cook breakfast, which helped me identify who was who in that moment. This detail revealed how small things can be the clues to tell people apart when they are identical.