Chloe follows him towards the living room, looking over the options for only a second before her hand naturally guides itself to blue and starts to throw them on and prepare to go back into the cold. Much more worth it this time, she thinks, because at least she knows she won't be wandering and she'll have something to keep her spirits up. It was a highlight in what was otherwise an extremely shitty past four years.

Once she'd tugged her mittens on, she watched to see him look for the dogs for a moment, and had thought of heading outside ahead of him. But instead she took a few steps closer, wrapping her arm around his, holding it close to her side -waling out the door without him left the quiet worry that going out of his line of sight would make it so he never actually was able to follow her out the door and this would all just disappear. How many times had she seen her father solidly in front of her only to turn around and have him be gone?

She didn't want him to be another ghost.

Her head leaned down against his shoulder, eyes closing for a second, before she started to tug him towards the door.