[ Chloe doesn't sound like she believes her, which is fine, because Max doesn't believe herself, either. She hates that she can't offer anything real, concrete. Hates that she can't promise Chloe anything, not even a stupid text back.
She's kind of the worst, isn't she.
At a lack for anything worthwhile to say, she sits and watches Chloe eat in silence. She hasn't even fried any marshmallows herself, just held pointlessly onto the stick. It'd feel weird, camping out here, making s'mores, like everything's normal. But it would've felt weirder declining William's invitation.
Still-- even with the guilt and the regret and the discomfort, even with the mourning that chews away at her heart, this moment right here feels more like home than anything in Max's life since she left. ]
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She's kind of the worst, isn't she.
At a lack for anything worthwhile to say, she sits and watches Chloe eat in silence. She hasn't even fried any marshmallows herself, just held pointlessly onto the stick. It'd feel weird, camping out here, making s'mores, like everything's normal. But it would've felt weirder declining William's invitation.
Still-- even with the guilt and the regret and the discomfort, even with the mourning that chews away at her heart, this moment right here feels more like home than anything in Max's life since she left. ]
... Hey, Chloe?