"I just don't know if I really belong here," Chris still sounded shaky. "If you knew the things I've done I'm sure I'm not worthy. But I want to change. I want to be a better person."
Max went over the Bible passages he knew to give Chris some comfort. He had to find some comfort in that.
"You're the only reason why I want to be a better person," Chris had already poured out every little inkling of what life had been like for him as a child and growing up in his family. And Max had did his best to let him know he was a survivor and that life was worth living, even so.
Max found himself stuck on his words.
"You just can't rely on me that way, Chris." Max finally said.
"I know completely what you mean, and I understand if you'd, you know, if maybe I didn't come back." Chris looked as if he might be in a dire sinus infection with all the crying.
"I didn't say that, now did I?" Max said. "Of course, I want you here. I want to see good things happen for you. I want you see you can be happy no matter how bad things might have been even way before Dayton. I care about you, and you have to see we care about you too." Max nodded. "Just think today as the first day of the rest of your life. I think Bex is expecting us over for some pot roast so let gets going."
He knew this was definitely the wrong place to speak of anything more. Not now. Anyway.