[Right, Joyce. As nice as it would be to see her and talk to her again, she gets that now might not be the best time. She shifts, casts a glance over to the kitchen, then looks back at Chloe and returns the squeeze to her hand. It feels good, really good. There's a surge of excitement, a giddy fog that masks the mountain of guilt inside her for the moment, and Max can't stop a small smile.]
Sure. I mean, I came on the bus so... You'll have to lead the way?
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Sure. I mean, I came on the bus so... You'll have to lead the way?