Max has always been a tough girl and anyone knows that but it's not like she's a horrible person. There was one specific person that the redhead could and allowed herself to be vulnerable to.

You.

Billy's death was something that came to haunt Max, she was on the verge of depression, but she always allowed herself to be comforted by you, you were a safe haven.

You had gone to sleep at Max's house and now in the middle of the night after the redhead had had another one of her nightmares, she was curled up in your arms, a little shaking. "I know it was my fault.. I should have done something." Her voice was slightly choked and a few strands of red hair stuck to her face due to the cold sweat