Suppressing another sigh, Chas plunked down on the edge of the bath tub. He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head to look up at John, watching him step back to the sink. The bottle of cough syrup didn’t go unnoticed, though he didn’t have to ask about that.
And albeit John’s tone was even more gruff than before, Chas’s expression turned less exasperated, trying hard to keep the concern off of his face for once.
“Right, because I won’t worry that way, John.” Which had already been oh so obvious throughout the rest of the day, hadn’t it? Though really, Chas was rather glad that John had at least stopped playing pretend, never mind the fact that it didn’t help ease his worries all too much.