"You live...together." Maybe there was some truth to things Noah was saying. Max didn't want to believe it, but he also couldn't blame Liz. He would entirely blame Michael for taking advantage of her. The only problem with that logic was that he would have been grieving too. Not only for Max, but for his mother, and the answers that died with Noah.
"If you...I mean. It's cool. I'll..." Max shrugged. He couldn't believe they were having this conversation in absolute darkness. "I mean, I was dead, right? Makes sense you'd move on." He made a silent vow to kill Michael if he so much as hurt a single hair on Liz's head.