[Not quite as bad as he was preparing for, but he can't say he's surprised. Bash seemed the type to want to seem in a better place than he was.

He tucks the handkerchief away and presses the water bottle into Bash's hand.]

This was better, you'd have called me worse than mean for making you cry and still going through without pause for it.

Now come here, lovely.

[Chris moves in to pull him into a hug, a hand immediately moving to tangle into his hair.]