[There's a really big part of Max that hopes to god it'll always feel like this. This dizzy, crazy, overpowering feeling that he can't ever get enough of is one of the best things he's got going for him, and now that he's finally found it with Michael, he doesn't ever want it to stop. Holding on tightly to the man who will always perform wonders for him, be they literal or merely figurative. Michael is Max's miracle, and he'll stand by that.]

Hold up, he's one of the stupid ones. Let me guess, he likes to go around saving people and tryin to get himself killed in the process, not thinking about himself at all.

[He laughs softly, and then leans in toward Michael's ear, kissing it softly.] I swear to you, I'm not gonna do that if I can't help it. I can't lose you, or let you lose me. I'm not going anywhere, baby.

[The kiss is welcome and returned deeply, only broken so that he can take one of the plates to set it on the small table in front of the couch. They could be formal, but why. The silverware goes next to the plates. This way they can be more intimate over dinner. Max also goes to find a few candles he had hidden around the house and sets them up, lighting them... turning off lights around the place as he does.]