[ Chloe can hear the pots and pans clinking in the kitchen and her mom's laugh echoing like the volumes been amped up to 100. Her fingers tap against the top of the table, debating whether or not it would be less awkward to ditch or to get food and keep trying, but she's only got a few seconds to decide here before Joyce would be back out and she'd spot the familiar face and try to talk.

She doesn't think too much as she reaches out to take one of Max's hands in hers, squeezing it tightly. Even with all the anger, all the desire for answers, this is still Max Caulfield, and she's not giving up on anything that easily. ]

Can we go somewhere not here? Mom'll wanna catch up and I don't want to deal with small talk about how much of a fuck up I've become since you left.