The bus was moving, but he doesn't care. Rayne was both happy and feeling an overwhelming sense of dread having Max here, having him so close. The things he'd needed to do-- the things Max might need to do, here. It's all so much.

For now, he'll just focus on the good. On the fact he's real, and he's here in his lap, pressed so close. --Hm.. Maybe not the most. Non-sexual thought to have, now that he thinks more, but....

"About a year." Rayne breathes out, "... How long...?"