"He's...uh...squishy," Chase managed to tell Kiley after he pulled back from Reginald and toward his girlfriend, as if that statement would somehow prove anything important. After a heartbeat he laughed a little at himself as he realized how stupid it sounded. It rang with relief and he briefly looked at his feet even as he tentatively smiled. "I'm...I'm not calling you fat, Reginald, I promise. You look, uh...you look fine."
At Kiley's questions about food, he perked up. "Or tea?" Then the expression faltered toward uncertainty. "Wait...is that racist? I mean..."