Really, it took a pushy person to get anywhere with Chris. The average person gave up before they'd gotten very far, whether their intention was merely friendship or otherwise. He was too skittish, too reserved, too difficult. Most of the time, he'd never tried to be any different, and it intrigued him that she didn't seem put off by that.
"Yes, that's what they call it," he said, a tiny smile quirking his lips upward. He'd settled into a reasonable comfort level, as evidenced by the fact that he'd stopped stuttering. Unfortunately for him, he'd never seen his abilities as anything positive. They kept him shut off from most people, made him frightened and wary of accidentally touching things; he dreaded both the images and the sickening blood sugar drop that always followed. He'd never looked at it as an advantage, ever.
"Thank you," Chris said to the waitress when she put his cup down, looking askance at Hesper as she dumped a load of sugar into hers. Apparently, she enjoyed coffee with her sugar. "I'll, uh, have the pancakes," he said. "Please."