#chloe.

the way[s] lana looks at chloe whenever she says something particularly Chloelike™ is something that can be so personal

the lack of long-term relationships in chloe's life made it clouded to see what was right whenever it was in front of her, she was one of those people who would always read the footnotes first then the big words in which those details were implied. seeing the big picture is only for those who can afford to live without clinging to their fantasies, those healthy people in the world who do not self-doubt and keep a straight line between them and the real world. she'd often see suho as one of those – he was phlegmatic, skeptical, and of course, well-bread a trait which couldn't be kept not only in his forms of speaking, but now, the closer they'd get – the way of feeling things too. not that she was implying that he even felt anything! how could she even know? he was too damn good at keeping it from her, something she should be thankful for because in no way she wanted to get involved with someone like him. chloe came to accept though, the more he'd visit her ( to talk about rent, about her remodeling issues, to help with boxes, to eat her cookies, to help her find a fixer, to shop for furniture, to paint walls, to do the math of her bills, to help her settle... ) the more it became clear their company was cherished. but the mixed signals were there, no matter how different they thought the relationship growing to be. sometimes chloe would look at suho and pretend that it was real, sometimes she'd actually see them holding hands or maybe kissing... she daydreamed about kissing him an awful amount of times, embarrassed to admit whenever he'd ask what and she would blush, frustrated, changing subjects like changing her mind. so the question was itself a reflection of him; someone who is stoic, totally unprepared to deal with anyone's feelings because he can't even understand his own. in another sense of heart, if she was really relying on an answer, on hope, she'd be so disappointed by this. his painstaking brown eyes, brows still frowning – she wasn't sure if it was of fear or disdain – still too caught up on leaving, on trying for someone else. chloe wanted to ask too 'what do you mean?', but she wasn't ready for an answer and by the look of suho now it wasn't worth trying. ' alright, let's see. ' chloe slapped the dishcloth on the table before walking to him, sarcastic filling the room instead of the electric dejection from before. ' after making my life hell for days, disturbing my patience, talking shit about my business and pretty much being the worst landlord ever... i don't know. ' she chuckled, listing the reality of things worked. back to earth chloe. it wasn't as if she was completely sold on the idea of actually being honest, because it wasn't gonna part from her if that was what suho was expecting. this illusion they created was meant to be a friendship from the start, the implications never indicted anything else... but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to yearn for it, because she was even if she shouldn't. and for the best part, he didn't need to know nor did she need to claim for it was beyond reasons, beyond odds and reality. ' but you were right, it was dumb. '