Max sits on the couch, staring at the TV with a disgusted look on his face. "I'm going to kill him," he mumbles, rewatching Daniel Garcia ramble on pointlessly just to conclude with the fact he'd decided to remain in AEW. He twists his diamond ring around anxiously and tilts his head when the penthouse door is pushed open, Adam coming in with a bright smile that only grows even wider when he sees Max's eyes locked on him. "BayBay?" Max hedges, eyeing him. "Doctor's appointment go well?"
Adam bounds over, with more energy than Max has seen from him in a long time, and drops an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. "It's official," he singsongs, dropping down on the couch next to Max and throwing his arms around his shoulders, beaming.
"No shit?" Max asks, eyes widening as he twists to face Adam. "You're cleared?"
"I'm cleared." Adam's eyes gleam, beautiful and clear, and Max leans in, kissing him. Adam hums happily and runs his fingers through Max's hair, holding him close. "I like you cleanshaven," he murmurs.
"Yeah, well," Max mumbles. "Don't get used to it. I feel ridiculous."
"It looks good on you," Adam nuzzles into him, enjoying the smooth feeling of his skin. "This is so great."
"It is," Max says. "I'm cleared, you're cleared. It's almost like the universe is trying to tell us something."
Adam pulls back and smiles at him. "Yeah," he says quietly, running his finger over Max's ring. "It's time to finish telling our story."
Max's eyes darken. "Yeah," he says. "I guess so."
Adam kisses him again. "We're gonna be ok," he says softly. "No matter what."
"Promise?" Max wondered, examining his face.
"I swear to you," Adam says softly. "Everything will be perfect, Max."
Max has never been the optimist like Adam, but Adam had always made him want to believe that things could go well. So, once more, he decides to believe him.