Max had been staying pretty much to himself. He worked in the infirmary a lot and hung out in his cell. He'd also took Serena's advice and put up a grave marker with the others who'd been lost for his late wife, Liz. It had been hard, seeing all these people come back from the other side. Ghosts having a second chance at life. But no sign of Liz. He'd wanted to ask Serena if she'd had any contact from Nate, but when Nate hadn't shown up with the others, he had a feeling the answer to that was no and Max didn't to make an already painful situation more painful by asking. When he wasn't working, Max sometimes spent hours at Liz's makeshift grave. Sometimes he'd talk to her, other times, he would just let the memories wash over him and smile at all the good times they'd had. It seemed like it was easier to smile at the good times lately than to always focus on the loss. Max was slowly, but surely, trying to pull himself out of his grief.
Isabel asking him to do this for Rogue was one way he could distract himself by helping someone else. Helping someone else was a good thing, it always had been, but now even more. It helped him. Him healing others was in some ways about him healing himself. He was sitting in a chair near the back of the infirmary, reading a book. Santana had just gone to the cafeteria to grab something to eat and told him whether he liked it or not, she was bringing him something back. According to her he was a mess and not even a hot one anymore. Whatever that meant.
Seeing his sister and Rogue come in, Max closed his book and smiled, standing and walking over to greet them. Neither really wasted time explaining the situation and Max's brow furrowed as he listened to what was going on with the tiny girl before him. Max wasn't sure if he could help, but he was definitely going to try. "All we can do is try, right?" Max gave a small grin, motioning to one of the tables. "Just lay here and try to relax for me, okay?" He helped her up on the table, looking over at Isabel as Rogue settled on the table. "So she's displaying these personalities while she's asleep and awake?" Isabel nodded and Max turned to look at Rogue. "I'm not gonna hurt you, just try to relax and I'm gonna do the best I can."
Max took a deep breath and held his hand out, hovering it just above Rogue's forehead and poured his energy and power into what he did best; healing. He wasn't sure it would work, he'd never dealt with anything like this before, but he wanted to try. Rogue seemed sweet and he'd do anything for his sister.