He chuckles for the quip, but doesn't deny it. He knows he's good at reading people, sometimes to his or their annoyance, but still. He shakes his head.]

No one's failing quota while I've any hand involved. There's other ways through this.

[He squeezes the hand wrapped around Scott as emphasis, but only offers a brief kiss to the head before Chris tucks him back into his jeans and scoots back to give the man room to stand.]

But, yeah. Drink first, cause it sounds like you're in need as well.