Bobbi wished she could say something comforting, like what Peter had told her when Clint had been ported out. Something about how it was for the best, and how everything would be okay back home. But they both knew that wasn't the case, and she really didn't want to lie or make up stupid excuses. Max was smarter than that, she knew it. So she settled for taking his hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze before finally speaking.

"All we can do is wait, I guess." And hope, she added silently. Hope to God Parker had gone back to some better time, hope he was from some better future. Hope that if he did come back, he wouldn't be the man she'd met just prior to her own arrival. "Who knows, honey. He might be back tomorrow."