This would be the point where Chloe’s natural reticence kicks in (though, let’s be honest, she’s already confided more in Kyle than she would otherwise be willing to offer a stranger she’s just met), but fiddling with the crafting materials, talking like this with him, it feels comfortable. Familiar. Like she can trust him. It feels more like she’s sitting next to Linda, or Ella, or Dan, than a stranger. Someone she can confide in.

So she doesn’t balk at the question the way she might otherwise. Instead, she snorts faintly.

“Well, there are several contenders, but the fact that my boyfriend is literally the Devil is probably the weirdest.” Or at least, the source of all the other weird things.