[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.]
[ Chloe laughs again, a little stronger this time even if it’s mixed with her own attempts to not cry. It feels good to joke, after such an intense conversation, and she knows they might have to go back to it shortly, but she just takes the moment to appreciate the ridiculousness of this debate.
But when she starts talking about her being ridiculous, Chloe shakes her head, knowing she has every right to cry, every right to be upset and angry, and wanting her to be able to own that for just a moment. Maybe Max had her own selfish reasons behind some of the ways she’d used her powers at home, but Chloe’s watched her put Chloe first so many times, she just wants her to be able to do the same for herself; to put her feelings as the most important and to not push them away.
She wipes her tears again, shaking her head when she shouts about her new Star Wars title and trying to give quiet shushes of comfort even if they get strained with her own emotion. ]
Fuck that. You’re way to badass. You’re too kind, too selfless, too – too… Amazing. There’s no fucking way I’m going to let the best person I know in any messed up world compare herself to some bullshit alien who was relegated to a damn background character because of fan backlash.
[She repeats that weakly as she stares at Chloe while the girl wipes her tears. Then she pushes forward to give her best friend a hug.
Fan backlash would be appropriate... if she had fans.
Well. She seems to have one.
She shakes her head against Chloe's shoulder while Chloe throws every conceivable compliment her way. It's a long way before Max starts feeling like she deserves it, but at least she doesn't protest.
Her crying calms, and by the end of it she's taking the deep, heavy breaths of someone who can finally breathe normally again - though still interspersed with sniffs.]
[ Chloe keeps a tight hold on her as she cries, closing her own eyes and taking more controlled breaths so she can keep her emotions under control, the way she's always tried to when Max is hurting. Being a rock for her is the only way that she could ever help. ]
It's okay, Max. [ She keeps her voice even and calm, quieter than normal, as she moves her head enough to press a kiss against her temple. ] Everything's gonna be okay.
[That's extremely hard to believe. All the same, she tries to.
The kiss helps. Eventually her sniffs start to fade as well. But she doesn't make a big deal about it - she'd rather stay here hugging her best friend.
She only responds when she's good and ready this time, nodding her head against Chloe's shoulder.]
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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.]
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But when she starts talking about her being ridiculous, Chloe shakes her head, knowing she has every right to cry, every right to be upset and angry, and wanting her to be able to own that for just a moment. Maybe Max had her own selfish reasons behind some of the ways she’d used her powers at home, but Chloe’s watched her put Chloe first so many times, she just wants her to be able to do the same for herself; to put her feelings as the most important and to not push them away.
She wipes her tears again, shaking her head when she shouts about her new Star Wars title and trying to give quiet shushes of comfort even if they get strained with her own emotion. ]
Fuck that. You’re way to badass. You’re too kind, too selfless, too – too… Amazing. There’s no fucking way I’m going to let the best person I know in any messed up world compare herself to some bullshit alien who was relegated to a damn background character because of fan backlash.
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[She repeats that weakly as she stares at Chloe while the girl wipes her tears. Then she pushes forward to give her best friend a hug.
Fan backlash would be appropriate... if she had fans.
Well. She seems to have one.
She shakes her head against Chloe's shoulder while Chloe throws every conceivable compliment her way. It's a long way before Max starts feeling like she deserves it, but at least she doesn't protest.
Her crying calms, and by the end of it she's taking the deep, heavy breaths of someone who can finally breathe normally again - though still interspersed with sniffs.]
...I'm sorry.
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It's okay, Max. [ She keeps her voice even and calm, quieter than normal, as she moves her head enough to press a kiss against her temple. ] Everything's gonna be okay.
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The kiss helps. Eventually her sniffs start to fade as well. But she doesn't make a big deal about it - she'd rather stay here hugging her best friend.
She only responds when she's good and ready this time, nodding her head against Chloe's shoulder.]
Okay.
[Only because Chloe says so.
But that's good enough.]