"I owe ya my thanks," he murmured, eyes tacked to the screen behind Venus, watching Max's face grow cold and hard. The muscles around his mouth tightening as his eyes flashed, little lightning strikes on the edges of a storm. "For bein' there when...."

He trailed of, not really having the words to explain it, and not really sure he wanted to.

It was a dark memory he'd much rather forget. Those grey empty days where he'd tried to convince himself he could happy without Max.

"An' so I am, the other way 'round--" (Surely Monsieur Earp has benefited from you similarly.) His attention broke away from Venus, the sound of his name from the blond's lips like a shot in the dark.

Had he just... Wyatt took a step forward, eyebrows veeing - an unintentional step closer to Venus, just wanting to get closer to the screen.