"Come back, okay?" Mike watches Chris's retreating back with his stomach twisting.

"He will be." He sighs and his mouth thins into a line. "I hope. I think he's just still not sure what to do with you." He looks up at Hobbes again and almost tries to smile, but it's kind of a failure. There wasn't a lot to smile about and it seems like even less now.

"I'm just glad you're okay. Not sure I could take Eostre and you conking out on me."