"Of course." Max stepped closer, looking into Harry's eyes. They were the blue they had first been again, but maybe he looked a little better? A little less sick? If he was less sick, would he still need him? What would he do if Harry ever stopped needing him? "I wasn't hiding out. I was-- scattered, I think."

He didn't truly understand it either. "Do you need me?" That was all he wanted to hear. "I can break you out."