Chris stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest while she tended herself and explained things. "Jesus . . ." He muttered darkly. It was like something out of a horror movie. It just seemed impossible that a virus could do something like that. The big guy pushed off the wall and went off into his room. When he returned, it was with a clean shirt in hand.<br/><br/>"Here, wear this. It's clean." It was going to be too big, obviously, but it was clean. It still smelled like clothes soap, even. The big guy sat down beside her, and then let out a long sigh. Then he sort of laughed. "This just makes it worse I didn't get laid last night. Now this happens and . . . everything's gone to hell." Chris honestly did not know what to do about the situation.