[Between the two of them it's always been her convincing him: that he had to trust her, that they were on the same side, that she wasn't the one responsible for everything that happened to him to the point that it always came down to the intervention of a third party capable of vouching for her. She was the grifter and he was the mark-- to his mind, she assumes-- and it was all a matter of how good the pitch was or how much help he needed to get what he wanted that cinched it in the end.
But this-- like every last detail of their current conversation-- is different, and Chloe has no comeback, no pitch good enough in the face of his own. Christ, he's too bloody good at it for his own good. For hers too.
So it takes a long minute of silence with her eyes set on him (then elsewhere and back again) for Chloe to say anything at all. ]
Whatever happened to me was my own fault, Nate. [Even the troubles that came from trusting him. ]
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But this-- like every last detail of their current conversation-- is different, and Chloe has no comeback, no pitch good enough in the face of his own. Christ, he's too bloody good at it for his own good. For hers too.
So it takes a long minute of silence with her eyes set on him (then elsewhere and back again) for Chloe to say anything at all. ]
Whatever happened to me was my own fault, Nate. [Even the troubles that came from trusting him. ]