[How does he explain it. Max knows how to be soft and sweet. That's what he was for so much of his life. He was born romantic, vanilla and fully of syrupy goodness. The alien excels at forehead kisses, and being wrapped up in blankets around a fireplace at night with a good glass of wine. He is amazing at watching the stars and sharing every moment of his bleeding heart. What Jason is? Max has been his whole life. That's what he was with Liz, the woman he grew with, loved and lived with.

She wasn't what made him alive though. She pushed him through hardships, and they fought-- but she didn't make him want to die burning up in an inferno wrapped only in her. Kyle did, and by the gods, Jason did..

Max needed the mix of rough and soft. He needed someone to challenge him, and let him be romantic with. Someone to bite and hold. Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of Jason who had never felt these things before. He didn't want to be the one who brought possession like this into his life. Maybe he wanted it only because he wanted to be with Max.

The alien sighed a little, and nuzzled against Jason's hair.] Yeah, it's something like that. not exactly, but maybe ... Hey Jason, you know that i'd still like you even if you didn't like the idea of me being possessive of you. If you never wanted me to call you mine, or if you wanted to be your own person it's okay. I don't have to be that way to like you. You're perfect the way you are.

[It hurt a little to say that, but Max would give up a lot for Jason. He'd go back in time, and take away so much of what had happened between them as long as he could hold the younger man here with him if he needed to.]