Arrive. Break hands. Go back to filming.
Through the mess of everything going on with Roddy, Adam still misses Max. It's the holidays, more anniversaries of their biggest moments as a tag team slipping through their fingers, and they'd barely been together for any of them. He sighs and rests his head against the window, looking out over New York.
The Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade is just visible from here, and he wishes he had Max with him, listening to him mocking the crowd below for standing in the rain, getting wet and cold, while they're nice and warm, watching from this prime spot. He's about to scoop up Piper, pretend that she'd care at all about the parade below, when the penthouse door opens unceremoniously and... there's Max, beaming and windswept, rain soaked, as he walks into the room, arms outstretched. "Surprise!"
Adam's jaw drops as he stares at him. "Ma- Max?"
"Yeah, the one and only," he says cheerfully. "Did you miss me?"
"Holy shit," Adam mumbles, lunging across the room and throwing his arms around Max. "Yes. How the hell-?"
"They gave us all the weekend off for the holidays," Max says, pulling back enough to kiss Adam hungrily. "Damn. I know we just saw each other at Full Gear, but fuck. I've missed you." He tangles his fingers in Adam's hair and pulls him in even tighter, devouring him with hungry kisses, pressing him back against the window as he begins to tear at his clothes, eager, desperate.
Adam only gets to think for a split second if anyone could possibly be in a high enough building nearby to get a view of this happening while trying just to watch the parade below, but the concern is quickly rid from his mind by Max's hands, his mouth.