In his honest defense, he was really quite clueless as to why girls cried and usually put it down to that PMS they always blamed things on or him royally fucking up a conversation. He was prepared to go along with the latter explanation, because it didn't seem like he was going to be winning any medals for conversation of the year on his behalf.
When she told him who died, who she ran from he swallowed uneasily. That wasn't possible.. Chris couldn't die. He was Chris! He looked at Cassie, looked at her serious, disgusted expression and faltered. She was telling the truth. He moved towards her slightly, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "I.. I'm sorry.. I didn't know, okay? I.. I didn't know.." He couldn't process his thoughts. It was fucking Chris and he had just seen him before he arrived here and now he'd never see him again. Making a split decision, he held his arms out to Cassie. Giving her the choice to come in for a hug.