"Doesn't matter. Knock on the door. If I don't answer, then you can yell." He shut the door behind her and made for the kitchen again, splashing the plate with water and tossing the silverware in their little to-be-washed bin before rubbing his hands on a towel and coming back around to the couch. "I dunno. Good's kind of a state of mind. I hate working and that's all I fucking do, but I guess the fact that I get to hurt your very soul with his movie is canceling it out."
Chris smirked and crouched in front of his TV, pressing the right buttons on the remote and setting up the DVD player instead. Other than his car, this was his pride and joy: his entertainment system. It wasn't top of the line, and it wasn't the best of the best, but it sure as hell was nice, and effective, and the surround sound was killer with the right movies (obviously not this one). Popping in the DVD, he all but lunged backward and flopped onto the couch, looking at-home and completely comfortable and unwilling to move until something else decided to bother him. Like the fact that the lights were on.
He was up in three seconds, aiming to shut them off.