Re: Matt/Chris -- Food Table -- 8:05 p.m.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Chris wished he hadn't said anything. But then again, that was his job at this point, wasn't it? Talking to people, and he didn't especially want to find out what would happen if he didn't He was already lying to too many, one step away from needing to keep notes so he knew who knew what.
"Uh," he said, at least sounding hesitant so Matt wouldn't believe him eager. "Sure, I can... I'll tell you a few things. Weird dreams, and then in April... The whole place got a makeover. It's, uh... It's hard to describe without having been there. But one minute it's normal, like you see every day, and then it wasn't.
"And then they," he put emphasis on the word, obviously trying to distance himself, "gave us a spa day in recompense for all that, instead of keeping people from moving out. Weird, you know?" His brows came together, watching Matt's face, believing that the other man would be just as unsettled as everyone else. Maybe he could help someone, Chris thought, get out of this unforsaken building before it was too late.