Max POV
"Fang?" I said, walking up to him. He sat in the shadows on the roof. The whitecoats let us come up here only because we refused to cooperate with them until they lets us up here.
"Yea?" He said. He hated talking. I knew that. I sat next to him.
"You okay?" I asked and he shook his head.
"What they did to Iggy. It was…..It was horrific," I nodded.
"I know. But he'll get through it," He nodded. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He looked at me in surprised.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I don't know what love is,"
"Me either," Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.