Both men are quiet as they head home. A lot of things had been said, most designed to hurt. A year ago, Worlds' End had indeed ended everything for them. Injured and feeling like he's at risk of losing it all, Max had melted down badly, needed pulled back from the edge by Adam. Max parks and gets out of the car, barely glancing back at Adam as they head up to the penthouse side by side.
Nothing is said as they wander around the spacious rooms, Adam getting some food while Max gets ready for bed, too worn out physically and emotionally to even bother thinking of some other way to spend his evening. In a week, they'll be wrestling at Worlds' End for Max's diamond ring, and he's struggling to pinpoint how exactly he's feeling about it. He's comfortable in a tank top and shorts, sprawled out on top of the sheets, scrolling through his phone, not registering anything he's looking at, when Adam walks in.
"Are you hungry?"
"Nah," Max says, scrolling thoughtlessly as Adam approaches the bed and crawls in next to him. "Just kinda... stressed out and tired. I'll make up for it tomorrow."
"If you're sure," Adam says, a worried look on his face as he examines Max. "Are you going to sleep soon then?"
"Probably try," he mumbles, sleep not being easy for him the last couple of weeks.
"Ok," Adam says softly, curling up under the sheets and watching as Max thumbs through various websites on his phone.
Max finally gets tired of his phone and claps his hands briskly, the lights all dimming before turning off entirely. Max sighs and squirms his way under the sheets, turning to find Adam still watching him, his deep blue eyes glinting in the pale light coming from the windows. "You're still awake," he says in surprise.
"Yeah," Adam says. "See, my significant other's been off filming a movie and I haven't been held by him in bed regularly for quite awhile and I don't blame him for possibly being mad at me after earlier, but I'd prefer some things to remain the same. Especially this close to Worlds' End. You know?"
Max closes his eyes. "Yeah," he mumbles. "I do." Scooting closer, he wraps his arm around Adam and feels as he tucks in closer, wrapping an arm around Max's waist in response. They lay for awhile, and Max wonders if Adam is asleep yet, but when he checks, his eyes are still open. It encourages Max to give life to the worlds stuck on his tongue for the last hour or so. "Do you... Adam," he says. "Do you think we'll be ok after next week? no matter what?"
He sounds young. Scared. Adam pulls back and looks at him. "Of course, Max," he says. "We'll be ok." He brushes his thumb over Max's lips and leans in, kissing him. "I promise you."
Max sighs, wondering if he's going to regret all of this. "I believe you," he murmurs.