This mini-fic is based on an audio clip of Max talking in her sleep that was cut from the game.
Chloe yawned, watching as the first rays of sunlight began to stream through her window and color the ceiling of her bedroom. She'd woken up about an hour ago and was still unable to get to sleep. She knew exactly why, but was trying her hardest not to think about it.
She wasn't used to having someone share her bed with her, not anymore. Not since six months ago. It was nice to have someone next to her again, to hear someone else's breathing while she drifted off to sleep, even if it had kept her awake at first. Even though she kept half expecting to look over and see Rachel sleeping on the other side of her bed rather than Max.
Chloe sighed and ran a hand down her face. "Stop it, Chloe," she muttered under her breath. "This isn't helping. Just be glad Max is here now."
Max mumbled something inaudible and Chloe froze. "Uh, Max? You awake?
Several seconds of silence followed and Chloe relaxed, a small smile growing on her face. "So you sleep talk now, huh? Wonder what you have to say…"
She waited quietly for a few minutes, eventually growing impatient and shifting closer to Max so she could whisper in her ear. "Hey, Max. Whatcha think' about?"
"Mph…marriage..." Max whispered. "Gonna get married soon…"
Chloe had to bite down hard on her lower lip to stop herself from laughing. "Oh my god, Max, you don't even sleep talk, you sleep whisper. Now, what was this about marriage?"
"Gotta tell Warren…'bout the wedding…"
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Fucking Warren? Really, Max?"
"And I should getta ring…a ring for…Chloe…"
"Wait, what?"
Chloe held her breath, releasing it and pouting a moment later when Max remained silent. "Max. What were you saying about Chloe?" she asked, resisting the urge to reach out and shake Max's shoulder.
Max shifted slightly but didn't say anything else and Chloe flopped onto her back with a disappointed grunt. "Come on, Max, it was just getting good."
She let her eyes drift across the slow-moving patterns of sunlight painting the ceiling, surprised at the happy nervousness churning in her stomach. "It was just getting good."