Chris gave a quick, half-laugh at Hobbes's comment and glanced at him very briefly, his eyes a bizarre mix. Agreement, definitely, but also a challenge somehow. He'd been the one to carry Mike's sorry ass back to the Compound, just like he'd been the one to do it months before when Hobbes hadn't ever been around. And maybe Hobbes had done it before back in whatever home he and Mike had come from, but Chris had done it here. He'd done it for months. And a sick part of him didn't want to let that go.

"It's because we're all so damn good looking," Chris remarked with a slight smile, his finger still smoothing over her cheek.