But how do you say that? How do you make it sound like you care, not like you're digging relentlessly at old wounds? Not like you're being obsessive and dangerously one-sided?
She does care. Who she cares about more is the better question.
She reaches forward, putting a tentative hand on Chloe's shoulder.]
Let's not fight...
[It's a small plea. She's so tired of fighting with Chloe. She hates it every single time. If only the world was simpler, less dangerous, then the two of them would have nothing to argue over. It would be like being kids all over again.
Being an adult is hard.
How much more fighting before Chloe pushes her away? Before they stop being friends? Even just a little more now will send Max over and make her promise to stop rewinding, if only so they'll stop fighting...]
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Date: 2019-01-07 04:24 am (UTC)Do you know what my death count is?
One.
Compared to nine.
But how do you say that? How do you make it sound like you care, not like you're digging relentlessly at old wounds? Not like you're being obsessive and dangerously one-sided?
She does care. Who she cares about more is the better question.
She reaches forward, putting a tentative hand on Chloe's shoulder.]
Let's not fight...
[It's a small plea. She's so tired of fighting with Chloe. She hates it every single time. If only the world was simpler, less dangerous, then the two of them would have nothing to argue over. It would be like being kids all over again.
Being an adult is hard.
How much more fighting before Chloe pushes her away? Before they stop being friends? Even just a little more now will send Max over and make her promise to stop rewinding, if only so they'll stop fighting...]