[She pauses for a long moment, staring at Chloe as she fiddles with her jeans.]

...I figured that's why you're mad at me all the time.

[Her voice has certainly lost its sharp edge.]

It's not because you don't like me. It's because you feel like Max left.

[She hopes Chloe doesn't look up to notice her forlorn expression, which she just can't seem to hide.]

She likes you, y'know. The blue-haired, punk rebel you.