He smiled a little more at seeing her and when she reached for the bag, he just stepped closer to wrap her in his arms. Never mind hurting. Never mind at all. His voice held a sigh, one of contentment, as he rested his cheek against her hair. "I'm sorry I am late. Stephen gave me a fright and I wasn't sure it was a reasonable idea to leave him on his own and..." Deep breath, taking in her scent. "And now I'm here. He's home, too, and I think will be all right." Just because he finished what he started, you know.
Max pulled back just a little, to smile down at her. And then it turned a bit self-mocking. "We sparred. He's still better with those swords than I am." Which wasn't why he was this sore, no, but it was adding to it. "We both ended up a bit worse for the wear after it. And... no. I haven't." Eaten.
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Date: 2008-09-03 04:44 am (UTC)Max pulled back just a little, to smile down at her. And then it turned a bit self-mocking. "We sparred. He's still better with those swords than I am." Which wasn't why he was this sore, no, but it was adding to it. "We both ended up a bit worse for the wear after it. And... no. I haven't." Eaten.