[Chloe is fully prepared to shut her out. To pretend that none of this ever happened, to make some excuse. To say she brought the wrong present and go set the stupid gay sweater on fire.

But then Anna says that and there's something about the way she says it that pushes through the wall Chloe is quickly building. She can tell Anna isn't lying when she says that.

Fuck.]

I-

[Fuck. Again.]

Okay. Fine. Whatever. I like you. Is that what you want to hear? Is that the truth you really wanted? So now you can- you can go grab your stupid old time-y pitchforks and your torches and burn me alive or whatever it is you do. Fuck.

[It really should've been so obvious this entire time, but she'd gotten so. Caught up in it. She feels like such an idiot.]