Max can tell how deep Chloe's thoughts are running. She wants to push further, really insist, but she also knows how fragile things are right now- she fights back the need to talk, and instead waits patiently for Chloe to decide, tense and worried.

Whole minutes pass. Minutes where Max can look at her twelve year old friend and remember happier, simpler times...

Then Chloe holds out her finger, and Max grins.

"Yes." She twists her own finger around Chloe's, then adds on the finger from her other hand as well. "Double pinky-swear." She tries not to sound too happy or victorious. Chloe still has to actually put the glasses on- maybe then Max can gloat. (Though she knows she'll mostly just feel relieved.)