[There was a haze of dreariness that had settled over Max, and the warmth of knowing that he was wrapped in Michael was almost enough to send him off to sleep, but he could feel the weight of something unsettled in his other half. It tugged at him through their exchange, the link of their empathy was stronger than anything he could remember feeling any other time he'd healed anyone, and that included when he'd healed Michael before. That was his hand and the link wasn't as strong, but they still shared something for a while.

He blinked at the sound of Michael's voice and moved in closer, touching his lips to Michael's neck.]

I know you wouldn't, love. I know that's not you, even if he was such an ass. You are not him. You are the Michael that I love and I'm a part of you now, and never going to leave you. I hated that place and the way it made me feel. It broke me, and you [he turns a little and finds michael's lips in the dark, kissing him softly.] you're putting me back together like no one else has been able to since then. I love you for that.