[For her part, Max hates crying in front of Chloe. Partly because it's embarrassing, but mostly because she knows how much it tears Chloe up to see her this way - how much the girl would go through to make her stop crying. Chloe wiping her cheeks and kissing her forehead makes her feel childish - but also taken care of, like when she was a kid. That part feels good.

She tries to get her breathing under control, an act made all the more difficult by her stuttered, gasping laughs.]

It- It's Han Solo or D-Darth Vader or nothing.

[She covers her face, wiping vigorously at her eyes and nose with her sleeves, leaving wet stains all over them. She gulps down a heavy breath before she pushes on, talking past her subsiding sobs.]

God, I'm so, so ridiculous... I c-can't believe I'm the one crying after-... After you-... c-came from home.

[Losing Chloe as a girlfriend is nothing compared to losing Chloe period. Things must feel a thousand times worse from Chloe's end. And yet Max is the one breaking down.]

I'm not Han Solo. [She looks at Chloe with desperation and rapidly deteriorating self-control as the realization hits her.] I'm fucking... Jar Jar Binks! [Excuse her while the thought of being Jar Jar has her sobbing heavily again, though there's laughter fighting its way to the surface, too. At some point one of them has to win out or she'll suffocate.]