[ She nods, not shrugging away the touch of comfort, and finally goes to lean to put her head on his shoulder instead. ]
It happens a lot. Eddie's the only one who's ever gotten his memories back, though. The rest stay strangers. I don't know why he was different. He thinks that the universe is incapable of tearing us apart or some shit. But the universe seems to do nothing but tear Max and I apart.
[He doesn't mind the leaning at all, heaving out a soft huff.]
Yeah, I've seen that happen- the staying strangers thing- way more times than I can count. Every time you think you can deal with it, it happens again and you get your feelings stomped on all over.
[But she has a point. It's not even an at-home thing. It's everywhere that tears her apart all the time.]
The universe owes you a fucking fuckton of happiness for what it's done to you at this point.
God, yeah that's the worst fucking part. I guess that's why you need to make today count.
[Which has always been his ethos. When you come from a place where you can die at any time, you learn to appreciate the here and now. Before the inevitable happens.]
Awww, come on, it's not the worst thing. Let me be your happiness guru for a while, I can bring you some primo happiness that is not in any way a trap.
[ She lifts her head again, and then deciding that there is a lighter conversation that maybe might actually take her mind off things, she goes to punch his arm. ]
Speaking of happiness, were you ever gonna tell me about Peter and Luna? Or was I supposed to just find that shit out all on my own?
[He laughs, letting out a faux-offended noise, rubbing his arm. He can see the change of subject for what it is though, and happily continues onwards. ]
Owwwww, and I know right. They're like tiny baby deer, you can't make too much noise or they scatter... or is that cockroaches? Eh, either way, they are adorable and awkward af the same time. It's taken me forever to get them together.
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It happens a lot. Eddie's the only one who's ever gotten his memories back, though. The rest stay strangers. I don't know why he was different. He thinks that the universe is incapable of tearing us apart or some shit. But the universe seems to do nothing but tear Max and I apart.
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Yeah, I've seen that happen- the staying strangers thing- way more times than I can count. Every time you think you can deal with it, it happens again and you get your feelings stomped on all over.
[But she has a point. It's not even an at-home thing. It's everywhere that tears her apart all the time.]
The universe owes you a fucking fuckton of happiness for what it's done to you at this point.
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[ It was terrifying, actually. All she had going for her was people remembering her and this place couldn't even afford her that. ]
I'll take just like. Moderately content at this point. Happiness feels like a trap these days.
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[Which has always been his ethos. When you come from a place where you can die at any time, you learn to appreciate the here and now. Before the inevitable happens.]
Awww, come on, it's not the worst thing. Let me be your happiness guru for a while, I can bring you some primo happiness that is not in any way a trap.
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[ Chloe, pot does not make you happy, stop. ]
drugs cw
Not my brand of happiness, no.
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[ She lifts her head again, and then deciding that there is a lighter conversation that maybe might actually take her mind off things, she goes to punch his arm. ]
Speaking of happiness, were you ever gonna tell me about Peter and Luna? Or was I supposed to just find that shit out all on my own?
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Owwwww, and I know right. They're like tiny baby deer, you can't make too much noise or they scatter... or is that cockroaches? Eh, either way, they are adorable and awkward af the same time. It's taken me forever to get them together.