[You would think after getting proposed to once before you would know what to expect but this takes him completely by surprise now for the second time in his life. To think he almost lost Max forever and even if it was a couple years ago now, to him it still feels like yesterday, the pain sharp in his mind and now that same man was on his knees asking to marry him. His head was spinning, it was hard to breathe but maybe that's because his heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest.]
Max...[He doesn't know what to say. There are a million things running through his head but gods, he doesn't want to fuck this up. Was this too fast? Yes, they have known each other all their lives but not like this. It was still so new and fragile. The last time he was engaged everything went to shit and Max was certainly healing those wounds but wounds they still were. I mean hell, he hasn't even moved all his shit in yet. Liz did a number on Max, did he really want to risk it all again on a mess like him? That panic, that itch to run before he destroys Max the same way Liz did was there just under the surface he tries to block the connection and save Max from his spiral of emotions but it's a moot point when the plates rattle on the table in front of them.
He grips Max's hands in his own like they're lifelines and tries to take a steadying breath. They're not the same people they were a year, even six months ago. Hell, he's not the same person he was two months ago Max came crashing into his orbit and changing everything. Looking into those warm brown eyes, everything is right there clear as day. This, Max, is his future. He knew that the moment Max's lips found his that night. If he's being honest with himself, he knew it the moment they climbed out of those pods and saw each other. It's why since the day he was placed with a family back in Roswell, he never left again. He would and endure all kinds of abuse just to stay close.
Now everything he feels is reflected in those brown eyes. He can see Max's hope for the future, how even if this wasn't planned, he means it with every fiber of his being. His heart, the same heart Michael helped put back together and kept it beating, it beats for him.
He lets go of one of Max's hands and reaches out, pressing his palm against Max's chest, over his heart, fingers spread wide to feel his heartbeat over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Suddenly, it's as clear as day. This is it. There is nothing he wants more than to spend the rest of his life with this man right here no matter where it takes them. This is his purpose . It was Max. Everything always came back to Max.]
Yes. [He smiles breathlessly but his voice is steady, there is no doubt or hesitation.] Yes, I'll marry you, Max. You're my forever. You always were. I love you. I'm so fucking in love with you. There's nothing I want more than to call you my husband. You make me the happiest man in the world.
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Date: 2023-05-10 08:46 pm (UTC)Max...[He doesn't know what to say. There are a million things running through his head but gods, he doesn't want to fuck this up. Was this too fast? Yes, they have known each other all their lives but not like this. It was still so new and fragile. The last time he was engaged everything went to shit and Max was certainly healing those wounds but wounds they still were. I mean hell, he hasn't even moved all his shit in yet. Liz did a number on Max, did he really want to risk it all again on a mess like him? That panic, that itch to run before he destroys Max the same way Liz did was there just under the surface he tries to block the connection and save Max from his spiral of emotions but it's a moot point when the plates rattle on the table in front of them.
He grips Max's hands in his own like they're lifelines and tries to take a steadying breath. They're not the same people they were a year, even six months ago. Hell, he's not the same person he was two months ago Max came crashing into his orbit and changing everything. Looking into those warm brown eyes, everything is right there clear as day. This, Max, is his future. He knew that the moment Max's lips found his that night. If he's being honest with himself, he knew it the moment they climbed out of those pods and saw each other. It's why since the day he was placed with a family back in Roswell, he never left again. He would and endure all kinds of abuse just to stay close.
Now everything he feels is reflected in those brown eyes. He can see Max's hope for the future, how even if this wasn't planned, he means it with every fiber of his being. His heart, the same heart Michael helped put back together and kept it beating, it beats for him.
He lets go of one of Max's hands and reaches out, pressing his palm against Max's chest, over his heart, fingers spread wide to feel his heartbeat over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Suddenly, it's as clear as day. This is it. There is nothing he wants more than to spend the rest of his life with this man right here no matter where it takes them. This is his purpose . It was Max. Everything always came back to Max.]
Yes. [He smiles breathlessly but his voice is steady, there is no doubt or hesitation.] Yes, I'll marry you, Max. You're my forever. You always were. I love you. I'm so fucking in love with you. There's nothing I want more than to call you my husband. You make me the happiest man in the world.