IC Inbox - Deerington

[mypartnerintime]

Max Caulfield! Leave a message after the beep... Beeeep.

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[tagartist]

[ She'd thought of that. More than once. But maybe she's still stupid enough to have hope. ]

Dying. [ ... Duh. ] I mean, like - more than once. I guess he figured it out from some shit I yelled and asked me how many times it had been.

[mypartnerintime]

[She's quiet on the other end, unsure of how to react. It's a sensitive issue. And Chloe has every right to talk about it. Talking about it is supposed to help.

But with Reaper of all people?]

What did you tell him...?

[tagartist]

[ She can probably almost hear the shrug on the other end. She should probably give a verbal answer, huh?

Her voice is a little quieter when she answers. ] A complicated nine.

[mypartnerintime]

[...That's too many. Even with the two here in Deerington, and the huge alternate timelines... and...

No, but she's not going to talk about the big one. She won't.]

Chloe, that's-... You... You shouldn't count the ones that didn't actually happen.

[tagartist]

Define "didn't actually happen" for me, Max.

[mypartnerintime]

...

[She doesn't know what to say to that. It's upsetting.]

[tagartist]

That's what I thought.