The words hit him square in the gut, in the best way, in the warming way that eats away at that cold uncertainty. The thing about the island is that people are taken away all the time, and nothing you can do can stop it. But this is something-- Wanting to come back may just make a difference this time.

It's too much to respond to in kind, though. Maxxie's not that articulate and it's a lot to take in while just laying there in his arms.

"You should try to get some sleep," he murmurs weakly, though his look is warm and the kiss he follows up with is slow and sweet.