Max knew they'd have to decide, and soon. He breathed out hard against her skin at the mention of their parents. He'd be disowned, no doubt about it. Unless he didn't tell his father why, but even then Maximillian would be furious. A Davies didn't just back out of an engagement, and Siobhan was as perfect a daughter-in-law as he could hope for. "And Christmas," Max added. They'd either spend it with Roger and Daphne or not. Together, or not.
"But you want to be," he pointed out. He could happily plan a life of celibacy for himself, but could he ask Siobhan to do that? Was he worth it? He didn't think so. Maybe they should talk to someone - but Max hated that idea before he'd even finished it. They'd surely tell Siobhan to leave him. He lifted a hand to touch Siobhan's cheek, trying to wipe away tears she wasn't actually crying any more. That was good, at least. Not having a plan, not feeling sure of himself, was something Max wasn't used to. "Do you want to stay here, now?" he asked. That was about as much future as he could handle. "I want you to."