"I'm not kidding, Rach," Chloe pouted, arms crossed as she sat on the junkyard couch. "This is a premium locale."

Rachel was shaking her head dismissively next to her, even if it contradicted the amused smile on her face. "What makes it so 'premium', Price?"

"Well, me, for one," she retorted, poking herself in the chest as she spoke. A smirk was pulling at the corners of her mouth as she tried to make her sales pitch. "Land values jump wherever I walk."

Rachel gave one last shake of her head, blonde hair waving, before she laid back on the couch, using Chloe's lap as a footrest. "Whatever you say, Midas." She was quiet for a moment, looking around the little shack Chloe had repurposed as a strange, dilapidated hangout space. "You really did a good job in here, C."

Chloe smirked, resting a forearm on Rachel's shins as she glanced around as well. It had taken a while to make the little shack somewhat inhabitable, at least when the weather was nice. If it was raining (which was often), it was a little more miserable. She'd have to see if she could find some more tarps laying around. "Thank you. I did it for the price of zip."

"I can tell," Rachel commented, the same amused smile slipping on to her face. It gradually slipped away as she stared up at the ceiling, sighing. "Mom still mad?"

Chloe snorted, shaking her head. The last argument she had had with her mother sat heavily in the back of her mind, words of frustration and disappointment almost haunting her. "Is David still a dick?" she asked rhetorically, scowling.

"I'm sorry." It wasn't an apology for bringing it up - it was for the situation Chloe was stuck in.

Rachel sat up, sliding closer so she was almost sitting in Chloe's lap. She was reaching out for Chloe's hair, still trapped under the beanie, and Chloe had half a mind to block her. She didn't want to be comforted, didn't want to feel weak, but ultimately decided against it, letting Rachel's fingers run through the blue hair.

"Are you going to keep this blue?" Rachel asked. It seemed like she was trying to change the subject, but Chloe appreciated it for what it really was - a reasonable excuse to allow those fingers to work a sort of magic on her psyche.

Chloe sighed, reaching up to pull her beanie off. She knew there was almost an inch of strawberry blonde showing at her roots, and the blue had lost its vibrance over the last few months. "Maybe? I don't really know. Didn't think that far in advance when I did it."

"Well, I like it, if you want to keep it," Rachel responded, taking advantage of the lack of a beanie to gently scratch at Chloe's scalp. The sensation drew a little sigh out of Chloe's throat, relaxing further into the couch as she closed her eyes. "Okay?"

Chloe nodded, taking a deep breath as Rachel's fingers kept running through her hair. "Yeah, I'm okay." She opened her eyes to see Rachel watching her with a composed look, brows furrowed slightly. Chloe didn't like this look, not at all - she wasn't something to pity. Fortunately, Chloe was very good at ruining the moment. "Thanks for the, er, premium spa day."

Rachel groaned slightly, although an almost adoring smile had turned the corners of her mouth up. "You are ridiculous, Chloe Price," she muttered, starting to pull away. Chloe could only grin back, letting Rachel pull away and continue using her as a footrest.