Max, blissfully unaware of whatever discomfort she's caused Chloe, mumbles from the expanse of Chloe's t-shirt:

"Nothing super trippy or like, deeply thought provoking." It comes out a little muffled as she finally pulls the shirt over her head. "That time we watched Ex Machina at like three in the morning I couldn't stop thinking about it all night." And with that she falls backwards onto Chloe's bed, arms spread out like she's going to make snow angels or something.

"Why's your bed so much more comfortable than mine-- I toss and turn all night usually, but when I sleep over at your place I sleep like a baby."