Max.

[He puffs out a noise not unlike a laugh, but it's fond and with his eyebrows pulled together in concern.]

I love you, okay? I don't care that sometimes you want to have sex when I'm just thinking about... I dunno, synthesizers. If it was a problem, we wouldn't even be here.

[Terry chews his lip, still combing his fingers through Maxxie's hair in some attempt to be soothing.]

It's not bad, okay? You don't need to be worried or... Or ashamed with me.