[ Chloe hates it when Max cries. She’s hated it since they were kids and she was usually the one who would find out what made her cry in the first place and beat the shit out of it, even if it was her. That hasn’t changed and she’s internally beating herself up for ever putting Max into a position as painful as this, for ever having hurt her, for having ever gotten shot in that bathroom, for fucking up here in Deerington. She beats herself up over any number of these things and had done so for months - would continue to do so for more months, she’s sure.
For now, all she has is humor to give, something to take her mind off of it, to try and help pull her together or maybe at least make crying hurt a little less.
She pulls back enough from the hug so she can wipe Max’s tears with her hands, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against her forehead quickly after. ]
You look terrible in vests. I hate to be the one to break it to you. You’re definitely more a Leia.
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Date: 2019-04-01 04:42 am (UTC)For now, all she has is humor to give, something to take her mind off of it, to try and help pull her together or maybe at least make crying hurt a little less.
She pulls back enough from the hug so she can wipe Max’s tears with her hands, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against her forehead quickly after. ]
You look terrible in vests. I hate to be the one to break it to you. You’re definitely more a Leia.