Max leant into her when she kissed his cheek, turning his head to rub his cheek to hers in some imitation of a wolf. It was an unconscious move, but Emily still smelled overwhelmingly of him and he liked it. The soft moment passed quickly, though, bringing them back to the matter at hand.
Emily enlightening him as to Nat's reaction was welcome, but he knew there wasn't much he could say about it. He had his thoughts, that they'd made a choice and then acted on it, working on priority. Leader and then informing the rest. He supposed they lost their chance of telling Tomás to let them tell the others when it derailed. That little step might've avoided this.
Even as he understood, Max found it difficult to be sympathetic about the hurt feelings. Possibly his experience with pack was too different. One that recognised and understood that people decided to move on, to move, refocus, willingly and unwillingly, when the leader didn't work for them and a challenge wouldn't solve anything.
"Careful about blaming yourself," he said softly, nudging her gently. "I know you didn't spend much time at the gym, makes it easy to avoid thinking about it, enjoy the happier moments. I tried to forget it, most of the time. Managed, too." It had only hit him at Thanksgiving, really how much he'd forgotten and what had unmoored in the space between. Then, whenever he'd been with the other wolves when he wasn't busy with work or study, it'd been some event or another.
"I know I wanted to explain it all once it was all off my chest. Free from being tied down to that." He looked down at his food, huffing out a bitter laugh. "Although that didn't end well, Jesus."