Rung shakes his head before Max has even trailed off, optics alighting with a gentle, reassuring look.

"No one was hurt, I promise you," he said softly and it's the brief shudder that happens after the question that has him reaching out, movements slow and obvious so the other can stop him if he wants to, resting his hand on top of the larger mech's.

"You handled it well, all things considered. Coming here, getting away from the masses...you had more control than you realized, Max," the therapist continue in the same soft tone, a glimmer of a smile there as well.

Because no matter what, he had hope for the other and knew that it was going to get easier. It was just a matter of convincing Max of that.