Only you. It's hard to notice anyone else when you're around. [A soft little reassurance, utterly genuine. Jamie doesn't think he's so much as looked at anyone else since Max came into his life; even his friendships have been suffering a little, all his attention and affection laser focused in a way he's never really been before. His thumb strokes gently over Max's cheekbone, ducking in to press a kiss against his other cheek, soft and sweet.

His head drops to rest against Max's chest at the feeling of fingers in his hair, humming softly, considering.] We can just -- try to relax for a little while. I don't think I could sleep anyway.