Neither of them are coming to blows. The steps are small, but noticeable by someone like Max, who knew how bad he could get. The moment she yells back and stabs her finger to his chest, Billy gives her a little shove. Only enough to put some space between them, not enough to hopefully knock her down or into the wall. He's lived for so long with a man that tore him down at any given moment that positivity about himself gets pushed back on.

"If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have been in danger in the first place!"

But if not Billy, it would've possessed someone else. Harrington? Robin? That Wheeler chick? It could've been any of them. Billy just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

The blond paces a little again, chewing on the stick of his lollipop. He wants to run. Wants to breakdown and lash out. He wants to get his hands on a dresser and destroy it with his bare hands. Wants to leave Max in this shabby little cabin with all of her little positive words like a some kind of daily affirmation calendar and her sharp words of her telling him not to tell her how to feel.

That'd be something Neil would do.

More pacing.

"So it's from that Upside Down shit? Why the hell would I not take you seriously after everything I've seen and lived through, Max? Seriously, don't be fucking stupid."