[ Max doesn't even need to ask twice. Chloe's already grabbing her car keys, because you know what doesn't matter? The comic shop. It's not like she actually watches to see if people are stealing already. She figures the other two employees can handle the place just fine on a slow as fuck Tuesday night. ]

I can be there in like. Ten? Assuming the truck actually starts on the first try today.

[ Themes in Chloe's life: piece of shit trucks she can never keep on top of the maintenance for. ]

I love you too, Max. For the record. I... don't think I'd ever want anyone else to take care of me but you.