Max can't quite hear Chloe properly as she starts to become incoherent, determined not to let go however sore her arms become. She digs her face against the other girl's shoulder and struggles to make herself sensible. It's a small success, but her voice is still hoarse and tight. "Chloe, oh you're here- you're here! Oh, you're safe!"

She angles head back and to the side to look up into her best friend's face. "We're safe, Chloe. Not dead." She can't fight down the stupid, dopey grin on her face- not that she wants to. To drive the point home she practically shakes the other girl, pulling them both side to side because she has no other idea what to do with herself. "You're not dead!"

With the last words the implications of their one week together in Arcadia Bay spring back into her mind, and there's so much to say, so many apologies to make and so many words of affection, but her mouth can't seem to keep up. So instead she continues to smile her silly smile, continues to pull Chloe into a bear hug (or what passes for one as Max), and not even try to calm down.