The moment the door opens, Kyle feels almost overwhelmed. He's waited so long to see Max, and of everyone he hasn't seen during this time, Max has hurt the most. He's the one that Kyle has waited t see.

Not caring who sees them or who might be around from Max's household, he immediately steps into that embrace. Pressing in close, wrapping his arms tightly around Max, but working to be cautious, knowing that he could hurt him if he's not careful. He's careful, despite his desperate need to touch him, to hold him close.

"Hey, come on, Max. It's okay. Really." At least he hopes it is, though he's now worried that he's missed so much while he's been hiding, working through his turn, that he doesn't know all of it.

"Show me everything, and then we'll talk."

The house is stunning, and he can't help but smile, noting there's been others there, assuming that one is definitely Michael. He's glad for that, for both their sakes.

The moment they're in the bedroom though, he takes Max's hands, pulling him in close again.

"Why is your life falling apart? What's going on?"