"Thought it might do you good to bury your nose in a few before heading back." The brush of his knuckles is as pleasant a 'thank you' as she could ever want or need. This time there's no ass-pat, no hand at his shoulder; the longer they spend batting at one another in public, the more time they burn while Charlie's meds slowly wear themselves out.

Once Chloe's sure he's balanced properly she moves on ahead. Gets a spot on the list that takes a good twenty minutes or so. Even with all the wonders of Paris around them, the novelty's beginning to wane. She's starving, okay. And while out in the middle of a bloody jungle on a four-day hike it might seem the norm to let the growling of her stomach go on for a few hours, in the middle of tourist-central it's just ridiculous.