Hex's embrace was somehow firm and gentle all at once, a solid weight that wrapped around him without making him feel trapped.

Exhaling softly, Max seemed to let go of the misery that seemed to cling to him, at least for a moment. His own embrace wasn't nearly so comforting, he was certain. However, as his arm settled across Hex's middle, he hoped the man found some amount of comfort in it as he kissed him back, slow but sure.