Max had expected Siobhan to be there to have lunch with him, or perhaps to finish decorating for Christmas, or because she wanted to go out and do something. When she said that she wanted to ask him something, he frowned. He didn't have to wait long to find out just what it was she wanted to ask. 'Suspicions' was not a word Max wanted to hear. Especially not this week. He didn't want Siobhan to have suspicions, about anything. "Of course I want to be with you." He did, truly. Siobhan was his best friend in the world and the thought of losing her was enough to make his chest ache. "I love you." He dropped the shopping, carefully, and reached out to take one of her hands in his, giving it a squeeze.
"Where is this coming from?" he asked, his other hand touching the side of her neck. "I've never heard of anyone getting cold feet before they've even set a wedding date." There could be any number of reasons. Max had waited a long time - too long? - before he'd proposed. They'd never lived together. But of course he loved her, of course he'd never dream of marrying anyone else. "Why would you think you've done something wrong?" he asked, more seriously. "You're perfect."