Automatically assuming she'd accepted his explanation, Chris sat on his end of the couch, slightly seething as the movie played on and the nudity came to the fore. God, this movie was awful. Genuinely awful. He couldn't believe that people tried to make sense of it. He was honestly hoping that she would get completely mortified by something in it so he could gloat.
If she actually thought it was meaningful or interesting, well ... he'd have failed. And his life would mean nothing. He'd have to jump out his window, and probably break both legs but not die. Fuck.