Adam sighs, pushing his way into Max's penthouse, relieved to be home after days spent struggling to navigate all of the traveling required for both Revolution and Dynamite. "Max?" he calls out, dropping his luggage by the couch, taking a minute to catch his breath. Once he feels a little more in control of himself, he frowns at the silence, the stillness. "Max? You home?"
No answer adds to his frown as he looks around the room, searching for some sign of where Max might be. The lack of Piper's presence adds to Adam's anxiety as he makes his way slowly to the bedroom, cursing his crutches for slowing him down. He stops in the doorway, frown growing at also finding it empty and dark. He shuffles around, careful to maneuver around with his crutches, not wanting to add to whatever's going on by injuring himself further. Adjusting the crutches enough that he can free his hands, he grabs his phone and immediately dials two, listening to it ringing and ringing.
He's about to really panic when he hears a noise in the other room and tips the phone down away from his ear, recognizing the sound immediately- Max's ringtone, their entrance theme blaring as the door clicks shut and he hears footsteps. "Max?" he calls, hanging up the phone as there's a soft thud and the familiar sound of Piper padding down the hall. She appears a minute later and begins looping around his ankles, Adam careful not to move too quickly and risk kicking her.
"Adam?" Max appears in front of him, a confused look on his face as he stares at him, blinking. "Didn't expect you home so soon." His brows furrow when he glances at his watch, realizing the time. "Oh."
"I didn't know where you were, or Piper," Adam says, searching his face. "I was... I was getting really worried."
Max nods, brushing carefully past Adam to drop the keys onto the table, leaning against the bed. "I, uh, got kinda restless," he says, eyes locked on his hands. "So I went for a drive. Figured Piper could use some fresh air and I could use the company, so I brought her with me. Didn't mean to worry you." He drops down against the mattress and Adam watches as he settles, careful not to look Adam in the eye.
"It's ok," Adam says softly. "I'm just glad you're alright."
Max hums. "So, big title match coming up, huh?" he asks.
Adam exhales, not surprised that that was on his mind. "Yeah, guess so," he says, approaching the bed and gingerly settling down next to Max.
Max lays there quietly for a few moments, then squints an eye open, looking over at Adam. "So, what happens when someone doesn't want to root for either asshole touching their possession?"
Moving slowly in case his touch isn't welcome, Adam rests a hand loosely on Max's wrist. When his touch isn't he rebuffed, he relaxes a little and shrugs. "I don't think you need to do anything," he says. "No one will blame you for feeling that way."
Max sighs. "Ok. What about you?"
Adam shakes his head. "I'm definitely not going to blame you for it either," he says quietly. "I understand how you feel, though I know when you're ready, you'll be back reclaiming everything and leaving the rest of us in the dust." He smiles a little, stroking Max's wrist up to his forearm, back down to lace their fingers together.
Max exhales, staring up at the ceiling, eyes looking a little wet. "Ok," he breathes. "Ok."
Adam hums, shifting to lay his head on Max's shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist in what he hopes will be a comfort.