Cleo: wanted to put this off, but she knew she couldn't. She'd heard about Rylan's trade back to LA and knew it meant she was going to have to fix things with him, not just for her sake but for Max, Connor and Alexa too. Now she just had to hope he was home as she walked up to his front door and knocked.

Cleo: had experienced a lot over the last couple of days, and frankly the entire thing had left her exhausted. She was kind of grateful to have Connor's house to herself for the afternoon. She liked having the boy around, but it was hard for her not to feel guilty for imposing on his personal space when they were attempting to side step each other in his kitchen. With Connor gone, Cleo had attempted to have a relaxing evening in on her own, which for the most part included a long bath and ordering in food from her favorite restaurant. She was in the middle of painting her nails, her hair still up in a towel, when she heard the knock on the door, and she rushed over, excited for her food to have arrived. But instead of the delivery man at the door, she found herself face to face with her ex-boyfriend. "Oh," Cleo said, a note of disappointment in her voice at the sight of him. "You're not the uber delivery guy," she pointed out, though that much was obvious. "Connor's not here right now."