"Yeah. I dunno. Maybe," Chris says, and Claire's hand on his arm doesn't go unnoticed. Everything between them's as fucked as it is that Peter's headstone's right there in his backyard. Even now, he wonders whether or not it's alright to even kiss her. Not that he would, just now, but he fuckin' hates how they are right now.

He pulls the lighter out of his pocket to burn the crease of the joint, but mostly just looks at it in his hand, vision blurring a bit as his mind wanders.