Entertaining. Yeah. That wouldn't have been quite how Chris would have put it. He had the feeling she might've found it more entertaining if there'd been a fistfight, but it was better for his nerves that there hadn't been. Of course, the incident had certainly helped him calm down, in a way. He wasn't stammering around the way he usually did when he talked to Hesper.
The idea of Vernon hitting on him was appalling, and when she said that, Chris' face reflected his horror at the thought. "No!" he said immediately. "Not that. He just hates me. Always tryin' to stir me up, get a reaction." It was probably the most words he'd ever strung together in her presence without stuttering.
Chris sneaked a glance at her as they walked, flushing a little when she called him babe. He really needed to get out of that habit; he had fair skin that made every changing tint of color very obvious. "It was fine," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as was his habit, so deeply ingrained he didn't realize he'd done it. "He must've been busy, 'cause I didn't see him until a few minutes ago." That might've been the reason Vernon had actually come outside to seek him out, since he hadn't gotten to torment him during their shift. Asshole.