It was MDMA at the first party— which wasn't even a rave or anything— but Chris doesn't say that. He can tell she's already pissed off with him or done with him or something. He'd go, if it were her, if she'd asked and it was something he wasn't exactly wild about it.

"Yeah, well, right. Okay, then. Don't come," he says, and stands, looking at Claire's floor instead of directly at her at first. "Have your— have your fuckin' slumber party or whatever. Don't even worry about it, yeah? S'not like it's the end of the world or anything."

It's not, but the way she sounds, the way she's looking at him... it sure fuckin' feels like it.