Who: Michael and Liz What: Comforting her? Where: Their place When: Whenever Michael gets home Warning: TBD
The second Liz went offline by turning her phone completely off, she curled up on the couch and just cried. Though it happened weeks ago in her time, Max's death was still so fresh to her and seeing this vision of him on the network just brought that all back to her.
As her body shook with sobs, she brought her hand up and placed it on her chest where his handprint had been twice. Of course, it wasn't there now so she couldn't feel his presence because they weren't psychically linked. She didn't know what was going on but she was leaning towards a dream or Michael's Folie a deux theory being true. Whatever it was, seeing him at that moment would be too surreal and she just couldn't do it. She would let Jenna and Michael bite the bullet then do it when she felt ready, whenever that would be, and if Max was even real.
At some point, she must have cried herself to sleep because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to the sound of the door opening. The living room, once bright with sunlight, was now dark and the only light coming in was from the hallway behind Michael as he walked in. She didn't bother turning on a light as she sat up, wiping her face as he did.