[ Even though she's accepted Miramax as a different person, it's still Max she sees crying, still her best friend hurting in front of her, and she feels helpless to make it any better. What was she supposed to say to that? What could possibly make it easier to feel like you were going to just stop existing?
She can't even comfort herself over it. Let alone anyone else. ]
Told you not to eat a whole one. [ It's said with a weak amount of humor to it, an attempt at levity that she doesn't quite nail. ]
And I care. Okay? Even after all this shit, I'll care.
Yeah, you look like you really don’t give a shit, Miramax. [ It’s said with as much sarcasm as she can muster at the moment. Weaker than normal, but clear she doesn’t buy it for a second. ]
No one should have to face this kind of shit. It’s cruel that you get these small glimpses of life outside of… wherever you came from and then it just gets ripped away from you like that. You might be a little rough around the edges, but I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I said that meant you deserved to die. I -
[ A breath. ]
I care because even if you’re some reflection of Max’s personality or a fragment of her stupidly broken mind or whatever else, you’re still a Max, your own Max, and that means we’re friends and you’re stuck with it. I care because if you weren’t sick as fuck, I’d take you up on those offers to go party and tear up the town, because it sounds like fun, and if things had been different, I probably would have thought you were cool as shit from the start without all the bullshit drama in between.
[ She reaches out, scooting closer to the bed so she can cup Max’s cheek in her hand carefully. ]
I care because … you’re a person. And people are worth caring about.
...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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Date: 2019-03-15 03:55 am (UTC)She can't even comfort herself over it. Let alone anyone else. ]
Told you not to eat a whole one. [ It's said with a weak amount of humor to it, an attempt at levity that she doesn't quite nail. ]
And I care. Okay? Even after all this shit, I'll care.
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Date: 2019-03-16 01:50 am (UTC)[But her tone isn't accusatory. On the contrary, she sounds very much like she's looking for a reason to believe it.]
I don't even care.
[She says that with tears in her eyes. With a waver in her voice. With a soft, but desperate grip on Chloe's hand.
She's lying.]
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Date: 2019-03-16 09:51 pm (UTC)No one should have to face this kind of shit. It’s cruel that you get these small glimpses of life outside of… wherever you came from and then it just gets ripped away from you like that. You might be a little rough around the edges, but I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I said that meant you deserved to die. I -
[ A breath. ]
I care because even if you’re some reflection of Max’s personality or a fragment of her stupidly broken mind or whatever else, you’re still a Max, your own Max, and that means we’re friends and you’re stuck with it. I care because if you weren’t sick as fuck, I’d take you up on those offers to go party and tear up the town, because it sounds like fun, and if things had been different, I probably would have thought you were cool as shit from the start without all the bullshit drama in between.
[ She reaches out, scooting closer to the bed so she can cup Max’s cheek in her hand carefully. ]
I care because … you’re a person. And people are worth caring about.
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Date: 2019-03-18 03:11 pm (UTC)...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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Date: 2019-03-20 08:47 pm (UTC)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.