Ella, Max, and McCree
Ella felt some color flush her cheeks when he kissed the top of her hand. What really made her smile though was that he said he would have come no matter what. For her, that was reassuring because it meant he was very much the person she thought he was.
"Could I have a glass of water?" she asked, feeling a bit parched. "Shall I take Maximilian back?" Ella didn't want him to feel as though he had to juggle getting her a drink and carrying her son, though she certainly wouldn't have been opposed to it if he wanted to hold onto her son for a while longer. Considering how tightly Max was holding onto Jesse's shirt, Ella wasn't so sure how successful they'd be in transferring him back to her just et.