[ Offering a small smile, Chris nods slightly. ] I hear you.
[ He pulls away after, leaning back in his seat, but that's only because their food's arrived. It's just the paella for now, the scent of chorizo and seafood and bell pepper and saffron all blended together deliciously, and he looks up with a "thank you" as plates and utensils are laid out for them. Meredith gets her horchata, too.
Chris doesn't move to prepare it just yet, even as the steam rises between them. All he does is wait until they're alone again. ]
I, uh, can only talk about what I know. [ His hands have folded over his lap below table level now, albeit loosely. ] But this soon after all that... it makes sense for things not to make sense. The first time I came out of a horror show like that, getting back to my life felt impossible. I looked at myself in the mirror every morning and I looked the same, but in here [ one hand lifts, touching the space over his heart ] and in here [ then his temple ] I was different.
Nobody trained me to deal with fucking monsters-- but it was part of my life now. Still is part of my life now, and you never really get used to it, not when there's always something new, not when someone's always getting hurt.
[ Brows furrowed, Chris' eyes flick to the paella between them. ] ...I think a "jumble-of-feelings" is good, though. Means you're not taking it lying down, that you wanna work through the crap that happened to you, and.
That's brave. And it'll be a bitch, yeah, but...
[ He peers up at Meredith again, trying at a smile as he rubs lightly at the back of his neck. ] You're strong just to have gotten out of bed today, you know?
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[ He pulls away after, leaning back in his seat, but that's only because their food's arrived. It's just the paella for now, the scent of chorizo and seafood and bell pepper and saffron all blended together deliciously, and he looks up with a "thank you" as plates and utensils are laid out for them. Meredith gets her horchata, too.
Chris doesn't move to prepare it just yet, even as the steam rises between them. All he does is wait until they're alone again. ]
I, uh, can only talk about what I know. [ His hands have folded over his lap below table level now, albeit loosely. ] But this soon after all that... it makes sense for things not to make sense. The first time I came out of a horror show like that, getting back to my life felt impossible. I looked at myself in the mirror every morning and I looked the same, but in here [ one hand lifts, touching the space over his heart ] and in here [ then his temple ] I was different.
Nobody trained me to deal with fucking monsters-- but it was part of my life now. Still is part of my life now, and you never really get used to it, not when there's always something new, not when someone's always getting hurt.
[ Brows furrowed, Chris' eyes flick to the paella between them. ] ...I think a "jumble-of-feelings" is good, though. Means you're not taking it lying down, that you wanna work through the crap that happened to you, and.
That's brave. And it'll be a bitch, yeah, but...
[ He peers up at Meredith again, trying at a smile as he rubs lightly at the back of his neck. ] You're strong just to have gotten out of bed today, you know?