There's a flinch at her touch, but Billy realizes what the action probably looks like, so he relaxes back into the hand on his shoulder. Max wouldn't... okay, she could hurt him, but not here. He knows she wouldn't plan on doing it here.

Blue eyes look at her over that shoulder, wet and a bit glassy. All of it is a lot, but he tries to mentally power through it, even if it causes cracks in his swaggering facade. A facade Max has always been able to see through. But the cracks are there, evident with a singular tear that escapes down his face.

Billy quickly wipes his face before turning to face her again. "We're... we're supposed to be jerks to each other. We're siblings, Max." He grabs her by the shoulder, and it's like he's about shove her away. But he doesn't. He pulls her in to wraps his arms around tight.