[ She doesn't answer him, not immediately. Fear floods his body, quick and aggressive, eyes widening slightly as he looks her over for something, anything that could be wrong. Can she see him? Hear him? Can she breathe, is she bleeding, is she in pain? His hand trails over her forehead, down her neck, leaning her back a little to check her chest, her ribs. He's back to examining her face when she says his name again, nerves jumping at the sound of it, dulcet and intentional and meant for him alone. ]
Yeah, [ he answers, nodding, and lets her hit him, hand connecting loosely with his shoulder. It's like she's disoriented, but not enough that she doesn't recognize him, hand curling around the back of his neck like he's the only thing tethering her to the ground.
She's gasping, and Max lets out a puff of an exhale, her forehead finding his in a moment of instinct. Closing his eyes, Max's other hand rests on the side of her neck, thumb along the bottom of her strong jaw. He takes a deep breath of her, her scent, her air and opens his eyes again, to see if she's looking back at him. ]
'Course, yeah. [ He nods against her, but there's still alarm in his voice as he continues: ] What's wrong? Tell me.
hospice care is the best thing for us i'm afraid
Yeah, [ he answers, nodding, and lets her hit him, hand connecting loosely with his shoulder. It's like she's disoriented, but not enough that she doesn't recognize him, hand curling around the back of his neck like he's the only thing tethering her to the ground.
She's gasping, and Max lets out a puff of an exhale, her forehead finding his in a moment of instinct. Closing his eyes, Max's other hand rests on the side of her neck, thumb along the bottom of her strong jaw. He takes a deep breath of her, her scent, her air and opens his eyes again, to see if she's looking back at him. ]
'Course, yeah. [ He nods against her, but there's still alarm in his voice as he continues: ] What's wrong? Tell me.
[ Quieter, then: ] Tell me. Please.