That toothy grin may never change but Max can feel the intentionality behind it. He knows that he's still giggling somewhere in that skull of his.

Max balls the shirt up and puts it to the side, but doesn't throw it away yet. Theoretically he could use the thread out of it to stitch up his damaged pants. So maybe it could be useful eventually, but right now he's too traumatized to even look at it. This thing is going to give him PTSD if he spots it in his closet.

He makes an angry sort of computer sound, more mechanical than he normally is because he's pissed and also distraught from the thought that someone other than Skulduggery might have seen him in that shirt. He isn't yet aware that there's a whole area where hundreds of pictures of that might show up. And when he finds out he may just chuck himself in the ocean.

"Well at least we've both been damaged by this thing. Maybe the Captain has more influence then you think."

Skulduggery might be basking in the aftermath of a nice resetting breakdown, but that's gonna take Max a few deaths to achieve so he's not having quite as much fun.