Though, deep down, Lucy knows she's more relieved just to know he's here than she could ever begin to say, it wrecks her even more than thinking he was gone did to see him like this now. She's seen him pretty fucked up before, but this is something else entirely. Even without knowing what's happened, though, or how it is that he's here now when he's been gone for days, she wouldn't keep a distance now for anything. Nothing good would come from that for either of them.

Heading towards the bed, she crawls in beside him without a second thought about it, like back when she was a little kid who'd woken up from a nightmare and didn't want to go to their parents. This time, though, she thinks maybe they've both done that. "Shh," she says, doing her best to sound as reassuring as he can when she knows she's just only just managing not to fall apart, too. "It's okay, it's okay. You're here now. You have nothing to be sorry for, Max."