"You're putting in some impressive practice, but that scowl can't replace mine once I'm gone," Chris observes. Chris isn't actually wearing a scowl. He doesn't actually look like he's even in a bad mood. He is - fuck the anonymous writer, what an asshole. He drops down into a chair beside Hazel. "Sup, Grumpy, how you doing?"

In human terms, this is how Chris asks people he cares about how they're doing after highly traumatic events, because he cares about their wellbeing. Out loud, it betrays no emotions at all.