[ It doesn't feel okay, but she doesn't know how to say that out loud. She still feels like she's done something wrong, somehow, even if she knows she hasn't. Just like it had felt wrong every early on every time she slept with someone who wasn't Rachel, because she never gave an answer about what they were and sometimes Chloe just got lonely.

Only this time, it's her who won't say what they are, because she doesn't know how to handle what she wants.

She rubs here face, keeping her head in her hands for a moment, before she feels Max trying to hug her. She shifts to return it, holding her tightly, trying to feel like everything is okay and she hasn't ruined whatever they had by being honest.

Had. Have. Could've had.

She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath to keep herself from doing something stupid like crying again. It feels like there's some kind of lump in her throat and the exhaustion of everything weighs on her shoulders more heavily than it had a second ago. The emotional roller coaster of home, of dying, of coming back and following it up like a genius with all this.

She had such a shit sense of timing. ]

I'll always talk about anything with you, Max. There's nothing in this fucking town that's more important to me than you.