"Don’t be, I’m not great with the whole pity thing" Chris chuckled
"Tell me about it," she murmured. "Nowadays I don’t know what’s worse around here-the whispered conversations about my past or the whispered "poor little thing, all she’s been through" I suppose I should be grateful there’s people willing to even think pityingly about me.”
"It's a lose, win sorta situation" Chris shrugged as he leaned back in his chair












