...She had no idea Chloe felt like that. Or rather, she'd never really believed it until now. There are still tears in her eyes, but she blinks a few times and they're gone. And a few moments of silence pass.
And then a few more.
It seems that Miramax is, for once, out of things to say.
She reaches up and gently takes Chloe's hand, pulling it away from her cheek, still staring.]
...Thanks, Chloe.
[If she were a more open person, she'd say something about how understood she feels. About how the warmth of being appreciated, being validated, makes the pain of her sickness ebb. Or maybe it's the snacks Chloe brought. In any case, another moment passes before a small smirk spreads over Miramax's lips.]
You're so sappy you could be a tree. [Her tone has it's usual sharpness, but also a more than a little fondness in it.] Do you think I can emotionally manipulate you into doing a bunch of other things for me too?
[ She gives a nod at the thanks, letting the silence drag out afterward, figuring it was maybe necessary. Besides, she hardly ever talks that seriously with that much to say all at once. Not talking is kind of like rebooting, clearing the systems, getting herself back on track.
There's a small snort at the teasing, going to lean back in her chair again and sticking her hands behind her head as she looks at her with a smirk. ]
Don't push your luck, buddy. My heart might've grown two sizes today, but I'm still a bitch.
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...She had no idea Chloe felt like that. Or rather, she'd never really believed it until now. There are still tears in her eyes, but she blinks a few times and they're gone. And a few moments of silence pass.
And then a few more.
It seems that Miramax is, for once, out of things to say.
She reaches up and gently takes Chloe's hand, pulling it away from her cheek, still staring.]
...Thanks, Chloe.
[If she were a more open person, she'd say something about how understood she feels. About how the warmth of being appreciated, being validated, makes the pain of her sickness ebb. Or maybe it's the snacks Chloe brought. In any case, another moment passes before a small smirk spreads over Miramax's lips.]
You're so sappy you could be a tree. [Her tone has it's usual sharpness, but also a more than a little fondness in it.] Do you think I can emotionally manipulate you into doing a bunch of other things for me too?
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There's a small snort at the teasing, going to lean back in her chair again and sticking her hands behind her head as she looks at her with a smirk. ]
Don't push your luck, buddy. My heart might've grown two sizes today, but I'm still a bitch.