Part of Chris wanted to laugh at Scott and his obvious twitchiness -- it was something he would've expected more from Stiles. But part of him said no, don't do that. Because really, if he were becoming a father at Scott's age, he he expected he'd have been that nervous about asking someone for advice, too.
"I did, yes," he said with a nod. "Congratulations are in order, then. Are the two of you going to raise it yourselves or are you going to be giving it to Arva?" Either was a valid way to do it, quite obviously, but each came with its own set of complications -- just one came with more of them, infinitely more.
And Chris was suddenly hit with a moment of how utterly strange it was to be asking his daughter's ex-boyfriend about if he was going to be keeping his baby or not. It was a total "what is my life, I don't even" moment. Except it didn't bother Chris, it was just one of those things that made him blink a little.
Not that he was showing it, of course. No, not in the least. If there was one thing Chris Argent was good at, it was not showing when something was affecting him. Not always a good thing, true, but at the moment that was neither here nor there.