Rubbing his hand through his hair as he listened to that, Chris scowled, trying to remember how the man fucked up-and a bit of sun broke through, "You weren't there yesterday morning," He said, not accusing, not angry, just matter of fact in his still slightly raw voice. The rest of the day was still gone if not a good deal buried for now, but at that moment, he knew that much.
He gave a dry laugh and shook his head, still feeling a bit sick as he looked up at the man, smiling a bit, covering up his own thoughts of why he preferred the man being there in the morning and what that meant, "Got anything else to tell me?"