[ Chloe places her hands against Max's face, meeting her eyes finally as she did so. It's a firm grip, but not so much so that she wouldn't be able to pull away with ease if she wanted to. ]

Max, I need you to promise me that unless you're in a situation where it's immediately life-threatening - like, blow about to land kind of moments - you won't use your powers. You don't even know that this is the worst it could get.

[ She swallows rough enough that it's visible in her throat, trying to hold back any tears she wanted to cry. She's sick of crying. ]

This shit has cost us enough, hasn't it? Can't we just... let everything fall wherever it's going to?