[Mirror-Max tightens her grip on Chloe's hand as hard as she can. It's still stupidly weak. And it's far more desperate than she'd care to admit.
She shrugs.]
Maybe. I dunno. [She shrugs again.] Maybe it doesn't matter. I just popped in and now I'm popping out, and who cares, right? I'm the... the five minute bathroom stop in the middle of a cool roadtrip. I'm a loading screen. A fucking commercial break. [She's blinking back tears.] I always thought I'd be more than that. I thought I could be, but...
[She wipes roughly at her eyes, turning her head away.]
Man, Price, what the hell did you put in those cookies?
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Date: 2019-03-13 05:02 pm (UTC)She shrugs.]
Maybe. I dunno. [She shrugs again.] Maybe it doesn't matter. I just popped in and now I'm popping out, and who cares, right? I'm the... the five minute bathroom stop in the middle of a cool roadtrip. I'm a loading screen. A fucking commercial break. [She's blinking back tears.] I always thought I'd be more than that. I thought I could be, but...
[She wipes roughly at her eyes, turning her head away.]
Man, Price, what the hell did you put in those cookies?
[Sure. Blame the cookies.]