The idea of it, of the parties making Claire feel uncomfortable, is so weird to him that he's quiet for a second. Because maybe it's not even all that. Maybe it's him that's done something and Claire's just too nice to say so. it'd definitely make sense, at least, what with how fucked things have seemed between them.

"You don't— you know you can come to the party and you don't have to take anything, right? Not— not pills or tabs or... or even fuckin' alcohol if you don't want," Chris says, "You could always just come and dance."