"Nah, I can take care of myself," Chris says and he sounds confident about that, but even the events of last night had taken Chris off guard. This isn't going to leave any of them for a while, and that pisses him off. But it's a tired, defeated kind of pissed.

Chris smiles despite himself. "I'm pretty sure it's olive oil," he says. "That's probably my bad. Your hair looks good though. I don't think it's even noticeably." With his free hand he digs into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a hair tie. It's hard to know where he got a hair tie. Chris's hair isn't long enough to tie. He holds it up for her, as if he can read her mind. "Wanna put it up?"