The head of curls was the first thing that caused Max to do a double take at the individual he nearly ran into. The familiar characteristic always peaked his interest and drew his attention. Sure enough the sight and sound of Michael filled his senses and a potent wave of relief washed over him. He stopped to turn his body back to the other.
"Michael?" he mimicked in the same questioning tone. Despite seeing the man right in front of him Max was hesitant to believe things he saw in this place. However each added word from Michael's mouth chipped away at that uncertainty.
Things with his brother had always been complicated. They were close one week, good the next, and unhinged the next. Max learned to embrace it, because at the end of the day it had been the three of them. Michael and Isobel were connected to him and understood him in ways that no one else on the planet could. After the drama with Noah things were certainly unhinged and tense between them. That technicality seemed to take a backseat for the moment. Max had been crawling the walls the past 24 hours due to the uncertainty of his surroundings and the connection break with his siblings. Even though his psychic connection with Michael wasn't the strongest he still had one and he still knew when he was safe and when he wasn't. Not knowing had been pretty torturous.
He stepped closer to the man and wrapped his arms around Michael in a hug. "I'm so glad you're alright. I-I wasn't sure.."