Re: Chris/Matt - 9 pm, refilling on drinks
Chris nodded again, his mouth winding into a tight line. He drank more, as though it would wash away the words suddenly rising through his throat.
"I'm OK with it," he finally landed on, shrugging again. "I mean, aren't you?" Chris shuffled in place, squirming as his discomfort from being on his bad leg for too long started to thread through his person. "A little chill instead of the batshit crap that's always happening?"