It's later, when it's quiet.
They lay, side by side in her bed, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window and the faint honking of cars on the street and the noises of a city that never sleeps being the only semblance that there was still an entire world happening around them.
For Max, it seemed as though that world could crumble and dissipate for all he cared, because all he wanted was the one he was in right now.
Their breathing in time with one another, their chests heaving in and out at the same time, their eyes both looking at the ceiling in the silence, just being.
Sensing her hand resting a fraction away from his on the sheet between them, he closes the gap, taking her hand in his and squeezing it lightly.
They lay, with the silence in the room and the faint honking from afar, not speaking, because the magnitude of what was suddenly occurring was all of a sudden far too large for them to even try and explain aloud.
They lay, their hands clasped together, joined as partners, not for the first time, but also in an entirely new time simultaneously.
They lay, until their breaths eventually became more shallow, until sleep came.
They lay, and his hand still squeezed hers as they dreamed.
