Who: Chris Argent and Amy Santiago What: His own kind of upset When: Monday evening Where: His house Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Chris was doing his best to stay strong for Allison, to not let on just how upset he was by Isaac's going home. Keeping it together was easier when he wasn't around his daughter, when he'd been at work and only had to deal with customers or he'd been Guarding Jill and had only had to deal with her being in class. It was an odd change from his usual needing to do everything, maybe because he just needed to not be near Allison. Not because of how he felt about her, but because he would just end up feeling like he had failed both teenagers yet again.
But Allison wasn't home, he wasn't quite sure where she was, and that meant he was at home attempting to be something resembling a functioning adult but not really caring if he didn't manage it. He was in the kitchen, cleaning up from the day before, and the day before that -- because neither he nor Allison had felt like doing anything -- when he heard the doorbell.
Curious, he headed for the door; he managed the barest of smiles as he opened the door, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Amy, hello."