A sigh escaped Christopher as he shifted, his shoulders falling. The steam disapated, and he never even noticed. His eyes eventually found the images willow had conjured up, and was abit...disappointed. he found his rather quickly a simple man, bandaged head to toe, sitting in a simple bed, in a simple room. And then the moniter flatlined. No-one...no one was even there to see him go...nhe had thought he came to terms that nobody was left but...it still hurt. It hurt to know he really was all alone in the end...damn.
 
 Taking his glass, he gave a grumble, downing what was left as he took a seat beside a raven haired elf who seemed rather distraught. He looked her over for a minute, before his eyes fell on her ears. His hand absent mindidly came to his own, and he shook his head.

 Giving her a nudge, he smiled "Hey, ease up. Not like things can get any worse." He rolled the glass in his hand, thinkig aloud"does physical relationship factor in here? If thats so, we could be cousins" he gave a grin to her flicking his own pointed ear. He winced upon doing so, and grumbled"sensitive...ow..."
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