Max awoke and walked to his living room, surprised Liz was huddled on his couch. He threw his patagonia blanket over her and went to take a shower. He thought about their last words to each other, how he didn't know how to respond to her wanting to go back to a time before all of that happened. He let the water pour down on him, until the stream started to cool. After he got dressed, he found Liz still sleeping in his living room, cuddling herself under his blanket. He started making coffee and poured himself a glass of water. He sat down in the armchair next to her.

At the sound of the percolator, and the smell of dark roast coffee in the air, Liz blinked her eyes open, and turned to find Max sitting his his armchair, clad in a t-shirt and sweats, his hair slicked back with water,. "I thought you left," he said when their eyes met.

She shook her head no and sat up, tucking her hair behind her ears, she said, "I didn't know you left to go to sleep, and I must've passed out."

He nodded, watching her stress and then setting down his glass of water.

Folding the blanket, he had covered her with, she said, "Thank you for covering with me with the blanket," setting it down next to her, she said, "I guess I should go."

"Wait," he said as she inched her way towards the edge of her seat to get up, "I'm sorry I didn't know what to do with what you said," leaning forward he reflected, "I'm just having a really hard time forgiving myself."

"Why," she asked settling back into her seat, "there's no use in torture, it's not gonna change anything."

"I became a cop to make sure what happened to Rosa wouldn't happen again,' he said, "and to learn that people like us," he said meaning he, Isobel, and Michael, "were using us for their own ends...that it hurt the people I love the most and," he added, "cost me my job-I don't know what to do moving forward."

Liz nodded and shrugged, not knowing what else to say. She couldn't relate to his position because the harm he feared being accused of, the fear others had of aliens, the people who sent him there manifested. And, as much as it wasn't his fault, he bore the weight of their choices, including where they found themselves just then, having feelings for each other that too much grief and hurt was keeping them from expressing. "You know," she said, taking a deep breath, "that time we met by the turquoise mines, I lied."

"What?"

She nodded and added as their eyes met, "It's only been my grief in losing Rosa that's kept me from," she interrupted herself, clearing her throat, "kept me from telling you about the spark between us."

His eyebrows crossed as she sold her steady sure gaze locked with his eyes.

As he pulled his eyes away from hers, she bent her head to look for them as she said, "I still want to kiss you."

After briefly meeting her gaze, he stood up.

She followed, locking her eyes on his. They stood inches away from each other, like that afternoon he told her he was an alien. They were sharing the same air. She tilted her chin up in response to his fingers' push. She first received just a kiss from his lips, a peck really. When she responded, in kind, slightly opening her mouth to take in his bottom lip, wrapping her arms around him, he followed lifting her up in to his arms, as she wrapped her arms tighter, legs following suit.