[ for a long moment, max doesn't say anything, and it isn't a look of pity on him. more one of needing, longing, concern perhaps. maybe guilt for not having known, despite the fact he couldn't have. that's beside the point. he only holds to him, face tucked against elliot's shoulder, with an arm wrapped around his waist to hold him close, and a hand splayed between shoulder blades, carefully curling a bit into the fabric of his shirt. ]

Hi. [ max mutters into his shoulder, before reaching lower to scoop elliot's thighs up, and push his legs to wrap around max's hips, carrying him like a koala, as he paces his way over to elliot's bedroom. toeing his shoes off, he sets elliot carefully down, and scoots him over to join in with him, comforter tugged up around their shoulders. tugging elliot over, Max curls up to his back, spooning up to him with an arm tight around his stomach, and the other hooked under his neck to cross over his shoulders, a couple short kisses left on the side of his neck. ]

Okay. Now we can talk. [ he murmurs, hand searching for elliot's, before he tugs it up enough the he can press another couple kisses over the inside of his wrist, tangling their fingers together after. ] You know if you die before me, I'm going to punch my way into the spirit world and drag your skinny ass back, right? I'm selfish that way.