[ Chris usually doesn't invite himself over to Mal's. Most of the time, it comes after a night of drinking or dinner, neither of which are totally Chris's own idea — it tends to be the only way Mal can convince his cousin to spend time with him, so the excuse is used sparingly.
He usually doesn't invite himself over. Now he finds himself in the kitchen, putting together some sort of breakfast for Mal and himself. It's a delay tactic, pretending everything is all right and that he can call right back into the mundane without facing the descending spiral his life is becoming. Chris isn't the type to acknowledge it, but some part of him just knows that's what it is and he finds that he prefers it over stopping and examining everything else.
So the fact that something already pops out of the woodwork to shake him out of the veneer of normalcy is, well, surprising to say the least. Chris pauses from where he was cutting up the sausage (quietly as possible; he knows how light a sleeper Mal can be) and glances up at the call. ]
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He usually doesn't invite himself over. Now he finds himself in the kitchen, putting together some sort of breakfast for Mal and himself. It's a delay tactic, pretending everything is all right and that he can call right back into the mundane without facing the descending spiral his life is becoming. Chris isn't the type to acknowledge it, but some part of him just knows that's what it is and he finds that he prefers it over stopping and examining everything else.
So the fact that something already pops out of the woodwork to shake him out of the veneer of normalcy is, well, surprising to say the least. Chris pauses from where he was cutting up the sausage (quietly as possible; he knows how light a sleeper Mal can be) and glances up at the call. ]
... Trip?