Eventually Pratt pulls back because while he doesn't really need food, he sure as fuck needs air. But he keeps his grip on Max, holding him up so he doesn't collapse. Pratt has been there before, he knows what it's like. He's also been dropped like a sack of potatoes, he won't let that happen to someone else.

"I got you." Whispered low and panting, just holding onto Max. He'll move them over to the bed once he's caught his breath and doesn't need to actually carry the other man.