The brunette chuckles as she lands on Chloe's bed.

"Don't, you know Rachel can be here anytime now."

"So what? We'll have a threesome at best." she grins.

"You're so disillusioning sometimes!" she snorts.

"Come on!" she kisses her gently "I can't help it. You know I'm fucked up. I want you."

"Dog," she scoffs "how much?"

"Why don't you check it out?"

"Chloe, you just got out of the shower, why didn't you handle this?"

"Max, come on!"

"Well, it would be easy for you. All you've got a towel, but I've already dressed up."

"Stop teasing me! You want me, too!" she unzips the photographer's hoodie.

"Do I?" she grins.

"Max…"

"What's gotten into you?" she wraps her arms around her neck.

"I lost it. You know that I always want you." she takes Max's jeans off.

"And you had to lose it right now."

"I can't help it." she bites her bottom lip as she looks at the brunette's already exposed breasts. "Please…" she whispers.

"Fine, fine." she smiles "Tell me how much you want me."

"I hella want you." she pulls a finger on her girlfriend "Ooh, you want me, too."

"I didn't say I don't." she moans "Can we make it quick?"

"Hard and quick?"

"Not too hard."

"You're so beautiful, Max." she whispers as her fingers drawing circles around her clit.

"Am I?"

"Oh, you hella are." she kisses her neck.

"You're about to get dirty."

"I'm trying not to."

"No, it's fine. Come on!"

"So you really want me, too." she chuckles "Do you like it?"

"I love it." she moans "Get inside me."

"You're so fucking hot." she penetrates "And horny now. I love it!"

"Why haven't you thrown that towel away already?" she gets rid of it and reaches for her breast.

"Whoa, Mad Max! I definitely love this side of yours!" she kisses her hard.

The hipster breaks the kiss with a moan and looks into her eyes. She breathes hard but still manages to say a word.

"Faster."

"Faster?" the bluenette giggles "I know we don't really have the time babe, but…"

"Faster!" she grabs her hand.

"Fuck, I really love this side of yours!" she bites her bottom lip again. "Say my name."

"Chloe…"

"That's right. Don't forget who you're in love with."

"Chloe!"

"How's it?"

"Great…" she clutches the sheets "I just want time for my surprise."

"A surprise? I'm curious now."

"Then finish this." she grins huffing.

"Cum for me." she leans to her ear.

"Make me." she nips her earlobe.

"I'm on that. Are you getting close?"

"Yeah…" she moans "I'm close."

"Come on baby, cum for me. You're so close now."

"Fuck, it's gonna be huge…"

"Good, Max. Damn, you're so hella close, can you feel it already?"

"Oh, fuck…"

"Come on, tell me!"

"I'm…"

"Yeah?" she kisses in her ear.

"Shit, I'm cumming!"

"Yeah, cum for me!"

"Holy shit!" her back is starting to arch.

"You're so fucking hot!"

"Oh, god!" her grip tightens.

"Just a little bit more, Max!"

"Yeah… yeah… Shiiiiiit…" she breathes hard and her back reaches the mattress again.

The punk slows her movements down, waiting for the aftershocks of Max's orgasm. She lies next to her then and kisses her forehead.

"That was hella hot, Max! Even hotter when you were touching yourself in your room and I caught you!"

"We don't have time for this." she huffs. "What's with my surprise, Chloe?"

"Whoa, catch your breath!"

"Rach can be here anytime now." she gets on top.

"What's on your mind?" she raises her eyebrow.

"You'll see. Just try to enjoy this." she reaches between her legs "Whoa…"

"Don't be so surprised." she clears her throat "It was really sexy."

"Well, I hope it will be sexy, too." she looks into her eyes one more time then she starts sucking on her nipple.

"Fuck…" the punk whispers "What 'cha up to?"

"You'll see." she responds as she starts heading downwards.

Chloe closes her eyes and tries to muffle her moans. The brunette smiles as she knows it will not last long. In the next moment she's between her legs and kissing into her soaked clam.

"What the fuck?" the bluenette looks at her "Max, you don't have to…"

"No, I want to." she pulls a finger on her "I want to taste you. And I know you love it. I made you wait for so long. But I want to eat you out now."

"Holy shit, it's my last day on Earth, no doubt about that! I'm gonna die tonight!"

"I hope not." she chuckles as she kisses into her throbbing center again.

"D-don't tease me anymore, please… I'm too aroused."

"Oh yeah, I can see that. Don't worry. I'm on that already."

Max is getting to work. She tries to remember how the rebel does it. Seconds later she hears a strong moan of approval and her hand joins in.

"Fuck me!" the punk moans "Don't stop! Oh, fuck!" she reaches for the photographer's free hand "Not so fast, not so fast… I mean…" she huffs "Okay, nothing, we don't have the time, don't mind me."

Max laughs inside. Chloe is cute and speechless. She gets a handful of hair as she moans again. The brunette's panic button's getting pushed as she feels that her girlfriend is getting tighter. Chloe has never come this fast. And obviously it does not matter what is going on in her mind, she's also aware of that.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" she says under her breath "I'm gonna… Nevermind, don't stop, don't stop now, Max! I'm hella close!" she moans.

And several seconds later the bluenette's hand slip on the photographer's shoulder, making her stop. She breathes hard. She covers her eyes with her right arm. Max sits next to her. Her breathing has never been this uneven and is she… crying?

"Chloe, are you okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"Great." she sniffles.

"Seriously, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." she rolls to her side and lies her head in Max's lap "I'm fucking happy."

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know. It was so fucking great." she kisses her belly.

"Are you sure, honey?" she runs her fingers in her hair.

"Hella sure. Wow…"

"You came this hard, Chloe?"

"Hard and fast, yeah." she chuckles "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." she kisses her forehead.

The idyllic moment is distracted by knocking.

"Fuck, I'm so not ready." the punk sniffles.

"I'll handle her, don't worry." she kisses her then while she is putting on her T-shirt and hoodie yells from the top of the stairs "I'm down in two minutes!"

"I'm amazed." Chloe rolls on her belly.

"Of what?" the photographer smiles as she puts on her pants.

"You."

"Now, leave me be." she sits at the edge of the bed to put on her boots "You'd better come soon."

"But I've just come." she caresses her neck.

"Stop it!" she giggles "Hurry up instead!" she kisses her one last time then heads downstairs.

She opens the door and Rachel immediately rushes in. She's putting the six-pack down then crosses her arms.

"It was about time! I was freezing my ass out there!"

"I'm glad to see you, too…"

"Come here, hug me, hipster!"

"I'm really glad to see you, Rach." she hugs her.

"That's it, don't let me go! I'm freezing!"

"Oh, come on! Let's drink something strong, you'll forget about the cold!"

"Hell yeah! Where's riot grrl?"

"She's getting ready. She just got out of the shower, so…"

"You're such a terrible liar, Caulfield!" she pulls back and looks into her eyes "You reek of sex!"

"Well, I had to try!" she chuckles as she walks to the fridge and gets a bottle of vodka.

"You know," she sits down "you really are a lucky girl."

"What do you mean?" she pours the drinks.

"I mean that you have her. Cheers!" she drinks and looks at the photographer.

"Are you…"

"I really am."

"Stop reading my mind! You know that I hate that!"

"Sorry. Yes, I'm lonely lately. Not even the trip to Long Beach could cheer me up."

"You're not jealous, are you?"

"It's much more complicated than that." she thinks as she opens the beers.

"Why?" she refills the glasses.

"Because I'm not jealous of you or her. I'm jealous of your happiness." she drinks again.

"Oh Rachel, why didn't you say so?"

"What should I have said?"

"This." she shrugs as she sips her beer.

"I couldn't." she brushes off her face "You're so happy, and I just can't ruin it, right?"

"We're friends, okay? You know that we're always here for you."

"And can we rent a flat in LA together? For real?"

"We the fuck not?"

"I don't wanna tell her. Don't tell her. She'd just over worry this shit, you know her."

"Oh, I hella do." she rolls her eyes as she refills the glasses once again.

"Are you two talking about me?" the punk yells from the top of the stairs.

"Not everything is about you, C!" Rachel laughs before she would send down the third shot.

"Oh, really?" she joins them "I missed you so bad!" she hugs her.

"Missed you, too, you asshole! Let's have the party of our lives tonight!"

"Well," she opens a beer for herself "Ronnie didn't even tell me what bands he invited… The shithead!"

"By the way, I heard that he's single…"

"Not tonight, Rachel!" she shakes her head "Not when you're hella drunk, okay?"

"Oh for fucks sake, I can take care of myself!"

"Can you? Because if memory serves well, last time you got around an older man you almost…"

"Chloe!" Max warns her.

"S-sorry Rachel… I'm uh…" she scratches her scruff.

"A shithead who keeps over worrying stuff? Well, on the other hand you're a shithead who cares about me." she shrugs.

"You both suck at feelings…" Max scoffs as she refills the glasses.

"Huh, unlike you we were not raised in a glass dome!" the punk grins.

"Oh yeah, like you'd been shattering that glass dome for more than ten years!" she chuckles "And I didn't say I'm good at feelings, but not as bad as you two."

"What if we just get one more round and we're on our way?" the blonde rolls her eyes.

"That's what I'm talking about!" the brunette chuckles "You two would do anything to avoid the feels!"

"O-kay," Chloe also rolls her eyes as she raises her glass "what if we just drink for our hella awesome future then we head out?"

They drink for the future then the bluenette gets her jacket and ready to go but Rachel wants to use the bathroom before they leave, just in case.

"No drugs, bitch, promise me!" the punk shouts after her grinning.

"No drugs, bitch, I promise!" she giggles.

"Chloe…" Max whispers.

"Hm?"

"I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About her."

"Whoa, I know I said I'd be in a threesome, but you know I didn't mean it, right? It's just a hella stupid joke, babes."

"I didn't mean to push it this far…" she rolls her eyes "Listen, it's just that… she's lonely and afraid. Afraid to be left alone. So, uh… we should give in tonight if she feels like so. But tonight only!"

"Did she tell you about this?"

"Yeah, but you know nothing about this! Understood?"

"Pssh, whatever…" she grins as she kisses her.

"Great, you just taste like cigarettes and booze now…"

"So do you!" she grins.

"Oi, instant diabetes couple!" Rachel laughs as she walks down the stairs "Let's hit the club already, we're wasting time!"

"Wasting time? Night is young, Rach, and it's ahead of us!" the bluenette scoffs as she puts on her coat.

"Yeah, right, and I wanna live tonight! You promised me we're gonna party hard!" she grabs the bottle.

"Of course we will!" she opens the door.

"I hope you don't mind." she drinks.

"Nah, as long as I can drink, too." she grins.

They empty the bottle by the time they arrive at Ronnie's. The man is standing outside, his arms are crossed. He smiles as he sees them.

"Hey, kids! Came to thrash?"

"Wanna bet, man?" the blonde slurs.

"Whoa, are you alright, Rachel?"

"Don't worry, my eyes are on her." the punk grins.

"Yeah, right." he sighs "Max, you seem to be alright, or at least better than these two."

"Trust me man, I'm fine!" Rachel scoffs.

"Okay kids, where are your tickets?"

"Tickets? You only told us to come!"

"Sorry, no tickets, no party."

"Don't be a dickhead, Ronnie!"

"Oh, fine, you're not in the mood, huh?" he sighs "Come on in!" he opens the door.

They walk in and immediately hits the man's office, puts their coats off and they are ready to party, but Ronnie opens the fridge.

"I've been waiting for you, kids."

"Kids, kids, kids… we're not kids anymore. Even so, if we're kids, you shouldn't let us drink!"

"And the Queen of Sass is here! Don't forget who you're talking to!"

"Ooooh, Ronnie, you won't get mad at me, will you?"

"One shot, then you're out to thrash!" he raises his glass.

"You won't even answer?" she grins.

"Have fun tonight, kids!" he finishes his drink "I still have lots to do, if you want to go home and can't find me, talk to Larry, he will get your stuff. See you later!" he rushes out.

"Asshole…" the blonde scoffs as she drinks up.

"Why are you doing that?" the bluenette chuckles.

"What am I doing?" she walks out of the office.

"You're totally playing with him. Don't do that, this is the only place we can rave in town, you know…"

"Right, fine, I'm gonna find another victim for tonight."

"You promised you won't. Come on girlfriend, help me out here!" she looks at Max.

"You want to hook up that bad? Remember where that led you last time?" she shrugs "Why don't you hook up with us tonight?"

"Right, you're totally wasted, Mad Max!" she giggles.

"Uh, why not?" the punk looks at her.

"Wait, you serious?" she leans on the bar counter.

"Take it as a New Year's gift from us. Or uh, a reunion gift."

"You're still dreaming about that hot threesome, Price?" she laughs as she orders "Coz you know I'd never take it that far with you, right?"

"Huh, what's wrong with me? With us?"

"The problem is…" she sighs "You're great friends. You're hella great friends," she chuckles "and I don't wanna ruin it, friendships with benefits never work out."

"We're talking about one night, chillax."

"Well, thanks for the offer, but I'm not gonna live with that." she smiles than kisses both of them on the cheeks "You're great friends. Just one promise, guys."

"Yeah?"

"Don't leave me behind. This night we celebrate together."

"Haven't we already promised this a million times?"

"Once more."

"We promise." the bluenette raises her beer.

Even Max realizes the punk takes partying lightly tonight. She keeps watching out for Rachel, who is not only having a blast but keeps drinking. Not much before midnight the brunette leans to Chloe's ear.

"Ease up. She's fine."

"Is she? She's totally out of it." she hugs her.

"She's having fun, that's all. You should, too." she slurs.

"Oh yeah, how about no?" she giggles "You're getting drunk, too, and she's wasted."

"Baby, she's fine."

"Max, I know her so much better than you. No offense, it's just a fact."

"I know, I know, but let her be. She broke up with Frank not so long ago."

"I know that you're somewhat right," she kisses her "but I'm worried. If I waste myself too, who will look out for her? And you?"

"I think she can handle it."

"Not tonight. She can't handle it when she's broken." she shakes her head.

"Yo, talking about me?" the blondie giggles.

"Well, yeah." the punk grins "We're working on a strategy how to convince you about the hot threesome."

"Not gonna happen, C. Not gonna happen." she pouts as she lays her hand on the rebels shoulder.

"You okay?"

"I am! I'm having a blast!"

"No drugs?"

"No drugs.

"Promise?"

"Promise." she rolls her eyes "How come, my glass is empty again. I gotta go and get a refill."

"Here," the punk raises hers "don't go away now. It's almost midnight, we have to stay together." she pours some beer for Rachel.

"Come on, we're the Three Musketeers! We'll always stick together!"

"Word!" the brunette nods.

"What's with you, Mad Max?" the blonde ruffles her hair "You're wordless tonight."

"I'm trying to have a party here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your own private party in your head." she chuckles.

"Can't you feel this party?"

"Had better. But it's okay. At least I can get drunk." she shrugs.

"Well," Chloe takes her hand then points at the screen at the stage "let this year's fucked up memories go and count down together." she smiles and takes Max's hand, too.

They count down together, holding hands. As the New Year reaches them they raise their drinks and take an oath again. The Three Musketeers can never get separated. Time flies by for Max, but seemingly not for Chloe. She keeps an eye on both of them. So she actually learned some responsibility, huh? The brunette checks the time first. It's almost four in the morning. They stand near the bar, waiting for Rachel. The photographer wraps her arms around the punk's neck who smiles softly.

"Now what? You're getting all over me?" she kisses her.

"I just wanted to say that I really love you."

"I love you, too."

"Thank you. For everything."

"You wanna break up with me?"

"No." she chuckles "I just need you to know. I really wanted to tell you."

"You're so cute when you get drunk."

"I'm not that drunk. But you seem to be tired."

"Maybe because I'm not drunk." she shrugs.

She sighs and shakes her head and takes a step closer to the counter. Rachel is about to get into trouble. Some guy wants to get her, seemingly. The bluenette will not act until she's sure of it.

"I told you already." the blonde shakes her head "I'm not here to hook up. I just wanna have some fun tonight."

"Fun, eh?" the guy asks "I can show you what fun is."

"And again, no, thank you."

"Come on, girl!" he takes her hand.

"Dude, leave her alone." the punk warns him "I don't wanna fight with you."

"You don't wanna fight with me?" he laughs "And who the fuck are you anyway?"

"I'm her friend. Let her go and get away from her. This is my last warning."

"Chloe, don't." Rachel shakes her head.

"Don't make me laugh, punk!" the man takes a serious expression "It's none of your business."

"It is my business. She's my best friend. Now, get outta here!"

"Listen, you don't want this…" he takes a step closer.

"Don't make me…" she grits her teeth.

"Chloe, don't!" the blonde asks again.

"Don't make you what?" he grabs the collar of her vest "I'm going to teach you some respect!"

"Dude, I warned you!" and her left knee is already deep in the man's stomach who grasps for air and lets her go for a second.

He shakes her a little. Max's defensive mechanism kicks in and holds out her arm. No, it was months ago, her power is gone. But she has to help Chloe somehow! She turns around, making herself dizzy and she makes a sigh of relief when she sees that Ronnie and a security guard are already on the way. The man pulls the stalker back by his shoulders who keeps fighting for a while but the guard is stronger and grabs him out. Ronnie turns to the girls.

"You okay, kids?"

"I just…" the bluenette starts "I think it's time for us to go."

"Are you sure? Will you be alright?"

"Sure, sure." she takes Rachel's hand "We're getting our stuff and leaving." she helps the blonde off of the barstool who is balancing hard on her feet "Help me out, girlfriend!" she looks at Max who walks to them.

"Well, take care." the man sighs.

"You too, Ronnie."

After getting their coats they walk out of the bar, Rachel in the middle, remaining silent. Chloe gets bored of silence as they get close to Blackwell.

"You okay, Rachel?"

"Yeah." she slurs "I'm fine, it's just… This song stuck in my head."

"Which one?"

" "Take my hand and save me from myself, Before I get lost in my despair, She is here, living inside my head, Oh, she just wants to tear me to shreds, The beast plays with my sanity, I know I'm my worst enemy"…"

"Are you?"

"Maybe."

"So are you an emotional-philosopher drunk tonight?"

"Not funny, C… Not funny…"

"Then tell me what's up!"

"I will! As soon as I figure it out."

"No need to yell at me! I'm your fucking fucked up friend!"

"I'm a fuck-up, too! Figures we get on well!"

"Bitch, you're hella drunk…"

"Maybe tomorrow… Maybe we can talk tomorrow. I need some help. I missed you guys. You're assholes but I truly missed you."

"So we're assholes?"

"You are with all your happiness!"

"Rachel…"

"It's not your fault, of course! You deserve each other. But why don't I deserve anyone?"

"Don't be an idiot!" the brunette grumbles "You deserve a wonderful person. Maybe this person is not here. What if you find them in LA?"

"Weren't you paying any attention, Max Cauliflower?" she sighs "I'm addicted to caring. I need love, I need… attention."

"Attention worth nothing if love is not mutual!"

"Uh, yeah, sure… I just need it. Attention is my real drug. My masks are my real drug."

"What do you mean?" Chloe raises her eyebrow.

"You're the only ones who truly know me. When I play a role, so to say, it gives me the chills. It's so exciting, so… so… satisfying when you just know others will not see who you really are. And, at the same time, it's hella disappointing."

"Rachel…" the punk opens the door of the dorm "You're not alone. We'll always be with you. LA will bring the change, I'm sure! We're gonna… um… we're gonna move together and we're gonna have the wildest parties together! Hey, the Three Musketeers are inseparable!"

The blonde, now sitting on her bed looks at them with misty eyes.

"Promise?"

"How many times do we have to, huh?" the punk giggles as she sits next to Rachel "We'll always be together." she yawns.

"Go to sleep, you big baby!" she pushes her laughing.

"Will you be alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just drunk, I'll sleep it off."

"We can talk tomorrow. I mean, later."

"Let me sleep now! Otherwise I'm gonna be a bitch all day long!"

"Fine, fine, grumpy pants." she stands up and takes Max's hand "Drop in later."

"I will, I will. Now, get out!" she smirks.

Max turns to Chloe as soon as she closes the room of her room.

"Will she really be okay?"

"You know her."

"She really is lonely."

"We'll take care of her." she shrugs as she drops her vest on the couch.

"Now what's with you?" she walks to her, trying not to lose her balance.

"I guess you didn't sober up either." she chuckles "You know me, babe, I can't handle feelings. She's gonna throw lots at us."

"Well, she's our friend. We need to be there for her." she's balancing on one foot now.

"Whoa, careful!" the bluenette pulls her closer by her waist.

"What's with you? You're miles away."

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

"I'm just. Worried." she sighs into the brunette's scrape of neck.

"About what? I thought everything is going okay. What was this whole shit last night? You weren't yourself."

"I wasn't myself?"

"Chloe, you should've had fun with us! You were just… standing there all night long."

"I did have fun, babe! I'm worried for her. I'm worried for you. I'm worried for us."

"You think too much." she shakes her head as she takes off her hoodie.

"And now we can talk about who is not herself lately…"

"Chloe, please don't even start…"

"You love giving me lectures about that I could be more responsible and when I am you just don't like it either. But it's totally okay if you take a break and don't give a shit about studying and decide to slack off and "let fate decide whether I can get into a cool university". It's hella not okay!"

"Stop it, right now! You have no idea what I had to go through!"

"Maybe, just maybe I had if you decided to talk to me! I told you you don't have to carry this burden all alone!"

"You wouldn't understand!"

"Then why the fuck did you decide to save me?"

The brunette looks at the punk shocked. She didn't mean it, did she? Her eyes water, she walks to the window. She's trying to keep her balance by holding onto the window sill. Chloe doesn't say a word. Max lets loose the tears. She hears the bluenette sigh then she feels her arms wrapping around her hip, but she tries to shake her off this time.

"I'm sorry." the rebel whispers "I'm just… I'm scared. You closed up. I can't feel you recently. But I couldn't bear losing you." she sniffles "Even the thought makes me sick."

"How could you ask me that?"

"When I feel hurt, I have to strike back. I'm sorry. I'm such a fuck-up. But you never talk to me. You're just… having fun with me."

"It's not true. I love you and I thought that you knew."

"I do, it's not that. I'm just… an ignorant, stupid asshole."

"No, I'm… I just don't know what to say." she lays her hands on the bluenette's arms and she tilts her head up to kiss her on the cheek "I don't know how to tell. Or what I could tell. I'm… I don't know, I'm confused. This world is so different. Nothing's wrong, well, besides Rachel everything is cool, I can take a rest and start living and I'm just like…"

"Okay, okay." she whispers "I'm sorry. You don't have to. You just don't really talk to me."

"I know. I just can't… I don't know what to say. But I love you, fuck, I love you so much. I'll try. I keep trying. Ever since we reunited we had five days together which was full of shock and tragedy, but all you know we are having fun and nothing bad has happened, but Chloe, believe me, all that things we discovered is… just fucked up. You don't even know."

"Then just let me know." she gently kisses her neck "I know you're trying. You stick to your role and all, you even came out to your parents and you really wanna move together with me, with us and I know it must be hard, but please… talk to me."

"I will, I just can't handle this right now, but I'll try." she faces her "I'll try."

"Why are we fighting?"

"Because I'm an asshole."

"Well, I'm also an asshole. We make a great pair." she chuckles, tears rolling down on her face "We're both emotional illiterate. Why are we struggling?"

"Are you afraid? Afraid of future?"

"I'm hella afraid of losing you. I'm stressed because of the GED, because of the applications, because of Rachel and now even you closed up, and I'm just… I can't lose you."

"I will talk. I had my time and I understand I can't bottle this up forever. You've been so patient and I'm just like an insensitive, selfish asshole."

"That's not true. I mean I try to understand but I can't understand what I don't know about."

"I know." she yawns.

"You know…" she puts off the brunette's T-shirt "you really scared me."

"You scared me, too. I can't lose you. Not after what we've gone through."

"It's not me." she sighs as she sits the photographer on the couch and puts her boots off.

"It's you. You may not remember, but I will tell you everything."

"How many times did I die?"

"It's much more complicated than just that."

"I'm different."

"You are. You're responsible and you care even more. You're still here with me."

"Although original Chloe would have left you already after a fight like this? Original Chloe's a fucking asshole!"

"Original Chloe had to go through a lot."

"You know, I'm not the original Chloe." she helps her out of her jeans "I wanna be so much better than the original Chloe."

"And you are."

"Well, okay, I guess." she drops her shirt on the chair.

"You will understand soon."

"I need to, otherwise we'll really come to an end. And I don't want that." she throws her jeans next the shirt and lays down "Come here!"

"I really am sorry."

"You don't have to. You know, it's just my panic button."

"I'll make it up to you." she kisses her on the cheek.

"No more secrets, Max. Don't keep yourself on the rack anymore. I'm with you. Don't forget about that." she yawns.

"You could use some sleep, right? Me, too. I love you."

"I love you, too. Even if we're far from perfect."

"Perfect is boring."

"Now, that's the Max I love and know."