[ Trying was at least all she could ask for. No one knew better than Chloe about how good intentions could just get so fucked up, how easy it was to promise something and then slip up and do the opposite the very next day, practically. She'd grown up watching Max struggle with opening up, never tried to push her beyond her limits, always understanding when she just couldn't bring herself to say something. Like moving to Seattle.

Part of Chloe wonders if it's unfair to ask her to be honest when she couldn't even bring herself to say she was leaving until practically the day before she packed up the car and drove off. Or how hard it had been for her to just pick up the phone and say she came back after all those years, that she was just a drive away and maybe they could hang out and make up for all the years of silence.

Maybe this was too much. She tries to focus on the compromise, hoping it will help, wanting to find some way to figure out what Max was feeling and what had just been Miramax fucking with her when she was angry. ]

Okay. [ Ask her something. Anything. She takes a breath. ] Did you really want to know about everything that happened at the Glass? Are you that jealous or was Miramax just kicking me while I was down?