[Chloe's fingers tug hard against his hand, pulling him close enough for her to set one affectionate, sympathetic kiss against the edge of his jaw. There's no doubt in her mind that he's just as tired as she is-- well, without Nate, perhaps even more than her. He wasn't a loner, after all. The least she can do is offer a distraction, a little comfort.
And possibly steal a sliver of it for herself.]
Maybe we'll get lucky and find one worth salvaging.
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And possibly steal a sliver of it for herself.]
Maybe we'll get lucky and find one worth salvaging.