"That will come in time, Max. I know it seems like an impossible thing but you will get there," Rung said softly, optics softening further as the other ducked his head. The hand resting on top of Max's twitched before it curled a bit, gently squeezing the larger hand as he lifted his other--hesitantly lifted it, pausing as he debated with himself.

But the debate was quick to end as he let his hand come to rest on Max's helm, stroking it a bit.

"You've already come a long way, Max. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished in the time you've allowed me in," he murmured, shifting closer--just a touch closer--letting his hand slide down to curve against the other's cheek. "You can't give up on yourself."