Max found he could breathe a little easier the longer Siobhan stayed in his lap. It made no sense to him that she wasn't shoving him away, but she wasn't. Slowly, he moved his hands, one stroking her back comfortingly, the other curling a strand of hair around his fingers. It's non-sexual in a way that is, for better or worse, natural to them. "You've got me," Max assured her. Whether Siobhan wanted him as a husband or as a friend, he would be there. "Whatever happens." And, just then, he was pretty sure neither of them knew what was going to happen, or even what should.
Thinking about the future was too painful. Max didn't know how to make sure he didn't hurt her, and he didn't know how to keep this moment of honesty going. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, Siobhan knowing, when he'd tried to keep it from her for so long.