[He listens quietly, a small shift in his posture for the mention of waking up on the beach his only real tell throughout. He knew Kyle had been on a boat, he'd said as much, and Chris had heard about the general event later, even if it had preceded his arrival here.

His eyes drift back up to Kyle and catch there. There's an intensity of thought and focus in his dark eyes that keeps Chris' attention. He has to force the shift in his mind to refocus on the signs and tells in the other man.

So many of his friends and loved ones called him 'kind' and 'sweet' and all manner of other gentle words that didn't feel like they fit. Not when he knows exactly how inclined to being selfish and inwardly focused he could be. He was doing it now all while Kyle searched himself for something Chris got the impression he hadn't worked to think on before. Out of pain? Negligence? He's not sure, but it's effort and exposing of a nerve that Chris is asking permission to press on.

He should try to be less of a prick.]

An odd coincidence to be sure. You think you felt an energy to you? You said like your skin couldn't -or shouldn't- contain you...maybe cause it was suddenly an ill fit? Yet the only one available.

And you still feel that way? Do you....do you think you feel wrong or just...different?