She doesn't notice for about fifteen minutes that he's gone and dozed off. When she turns to slip her hand a bit lower is when she finally realizes he's out cold, head tilted awkwardly against the back of his chair. Which is fine by her. God knows it's better than having him count the seconds till he's out in the open air again.

Besides, she doesn't need to get out to the aisle any time soon.

The last bit of the trip is easy enough. Passes more quickly than she'd expected, but the quiet is calming and the view is lovely. Even the clouds start to let up just slightly. (Mildly overcast is better than threatening to rain; she'll take it.) So when the train finally pulls into the station, Chloe's quick to nudge him up before anyone accidentally kicks his leg. His tray table's up, the trash is cleared off, and she's tugging her jacket from his lap while leaning in close enough to keep her voice low.

"Come on, sleeping beauty. Rise and shine."