[It's an odd feeling, that radiating affection: it's the sort of thing he would read in a person, but feeling it like this is unsettling, even if she's not actively trying to peep at his emotions in return. He's too private a person to ever be really comfortable with this sort of thing, but he endures. At least, for a time.
He withdraws and doesn't shrug like a mardy teenager. He even nods, admitting that maybe she's right.]
I suppose someone had to wash Chris' mouth out.
[He thinks that maybe they did more good for him, in the long run, but good luck getting him to admit it.]
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He withdraws and doesn't shrug like a mardy teenager. He even nods, admitting that maybe she's right.]
I suppose someone had to wash Chris' mouth out.
[He thinks that maybe they did more good for him, in the long run, but good luck getting him to admit it.]