Chloe waves her hands in front of her, as if to bat Max's self-deprecation away. "No, dude, it's fine. Lemme just--"
Reaching over for the remote, she hits pause. It just seems right -- their conversation has clearly shifted from idle banter to the kind of talk that actually means something, so Chloe wants her full focus on Max, without any background distractions.
It does leave the room awfully quiet, though.
Setting the remote back down on the mattress, she sheepishly, carefully, covers Max's hand with her own. She's never been good at these heart-to-heart talks, always scared of saying the wrong thing, of revealing too much. The more vulnerability she shows, the deeper the rejection will cut.
Max won't do that to her, Chloe knows. But even trusting her as wholly as she does, the irrational fear plucks at her nerves. That she's somehow been doing this all wrong, that she's not good enough.
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Reaching over for the remote, she hits pause. It just seems right -- their conversation has clearly shifted from idle banter to the kind of talk that actually means something, so Chloe wants her full focus on Max, without any background distractions.
It does leave the room awfully quiet, though.
Setting the remote back down on the mattress, she sheepishly, carefully, covers Max's hand with her own. She's never been good at these heart-to-heart talks, always scared of saying the wrong thing, of revealing too much. The more vulnerability she shows, the deeper the rejection will cut.
Max won't do that to her, Chloe knows. But even trusting her as wholly as she does, the irrational fear plucks at her nerves. That she's somehow been doing this all wrong, that she's not good enough.
"... Do you want things to be different?"