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He pushed the hair he had just freed out of the way to work on the next section. “‘Sides, it's not like I have anything of interest to you now that you need to flirt with me for. I mean, unless you desperately need to know something about trains…” He gave a wry chuckle.
Chloe swatted his leg. “I wasn't implying I was going to honeytrap you for your extensive train knowledge.” He seemed to melt slightly at her teasing tone. Her shoulders drew together. “I wanted you to know, I'm sorry about… back then.”
Rudy exhaled with a thin whistle, and she got the impression he was lost somewhere in a thought of his own. “Thank you.”
He paused for a moment. She heard him take a raspy breath, and then he added impulsively, “Chloe… were we ever really friends? I mean, did you ever really think of me as a friend back then?”
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This is my very belated entry for the final day of See More Seymour's Week 2026. I threatened a couple of years ago to someday write some Chloudy (Chloe/Rudy), and that day has finally arrived. Had lots of fun with this one, and I do have some more ideas for fics with these two.
