It's a weird place to be in-- to want things to change, but to also want some things to stay the same. But for all things Joyce it was probably for the best that nothing had changed; she's still recovering from her last interrogation.

"Joyce does have that 'Knows All' and 'Sees All' thing about her." There's a little bit of a smile in her voice, she rests her head on her palm and keeps her eyes on the blurry dimness outside her window.

"I think it's cool though that she lets you do your own thing when it comes to this stuff." She doesn't really know what her own parents would have to say about them; despite her own prying about what Chloe has or hasn't said she hasn't told her own much of anything. No need to rock their heteronormative worlds just yet.

Chloe's house is long past asleep when the two of them get home. It's not until she's in the sleepy light of Chloe's room that she realizes what a mess she's made of herself. Defacing private property had put her jeans in ruins.

"Do you have some sweat pants or something I could change into? Preferably something that's been washed in the past month." Her own jeans are covered in paint, the hard chemical smell making her grimace.