Chris nods without comment or copmplaint about whatever show Hawke might find, just resigns himself to the mindnumbing and vague confusion it usually caused him apart from the documentaries he'd occasionally watched. It wasn't about that, it was about keeping Wolfe company and keeping his head level for him until he could find the strength to lift it again with some confidence.

He leans in and kisses Hawke on the cheek. "You do that, I'll turn the thing on and get settled for you to come rest with me. Maybe lure Thunder down too." She could nest in Wolfe's hair.

He does as promised, turns on the television, leaves the remote somewhere close, and settles sideways so Hawke could place himself between Chris' legs as his reclining support. Perfect for petting the older man's hair and arms as Chris deems needed over the next however long. He meant it when he said he had nowhere else to be that mattered half as much, his time and effort was Wolfe's.