(More like dreads help, honestly. He drops them and at least they're prepared for it now, bracing against the wave of nausea that the sudden movement causes
The pitcher being insistently shoved in their face is taken and Chris has no qualms about chugging straight from it. It's almost like they forget Alhaitham is there entirely, to the point that when he turns to go back it actually startles them and they look up, fearful, before they realize holy shit, he's actually leaving and not trying to press them on taking off clothes or getting medical help or any other things that would end really badly for them.
He's not even asking about the telepathy. They're pretty sure they attacked him? Weird.)
...Thanks.
(They call after him. Hilariously, it's probably the most genuine and least grudging thanks they've given anyone in a long time.)
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The pitcher being insistently shoved in their face is taken and Chris has no qualms about chugging straight from it. It's almost like they forget Alhaitham is there entirely, to the point that when he turns to go back it actually startles them and they look up, fearful, before they realize holy shit, he's actually leaving and not trying to press them on taking off clothes or getting medical help or any other things that would end really badly for them.
He's not even asking about the telepathy. They're pretty sure they attacked him? Weird.)
...Thanks.
(They call after him. Hilariously, it's probably the most genuine and least grudging thanks they've given anyone in a long time.)