"I guess..." she trails off uncertainly. She closes her eyes momentarily.

"Thanks for being here anyway," she tells him. He smirks and nods. He rests his head against hers.

After a couple of minutes, he notices that Max is getting more and more restless with every passing second. His eyes drift towards her leg.

He reaches across the couch cushion and grabs it, tugging on the edge of the blanket. He pulls it away from the side of her leg and holds his breath as he inspects her leg carefully.

The cut had already started to scab up a little bit so hopefully, it wouldn't scar over. He releases the...