"You feeling better?" He was walking softly, still at a loss over where exactly he and Chris stood. He watched the man warily, trying to decide what to do. He didn't want to bring up the fight, if it was momentarily forgotten; he wouldn't hide it from Chris, knowing that could just make things worse. But if he could save them both smoe undue stress until Chris was a little more sober, and he was feeling less like his head would cave in-
He finally gave in and stepped fully into the bathroom, heading to the medicine cabinet to grab himself a pair of aspirin.