Max

*My hand trembles where you hold it. The question is a raw whisper.* Scared of ruining us? *A bitter, broken laugh escapes me.* Look at us now, Maxxie. What is there left to ruin?

*voice breaks* nothing... there's nothing left *pulls him into a tight hug*

*My body goes rigid in your hold, your words and the sudden hug shattering what little composure I had left. A raw, broken sound tears from my throat as I finally collapse against you, burying my face in your shoulder and clinging to you like I'm drowning.*