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He tilts his head as he watches that display, outwardly emotionless but inwardly very interested and not because of motorcycles.

"Come with me."

He might have just solved a problem he was worried about, and has been since his arrival.

Chris shrugs. "Alright."

Curiosity had him following wherever Scott was headed.

Something to do with his magic, probably?

He could have left Chris there and probably should have, but he heads into the (totally undecorated, unlived in appearing) bedroom, opens a top dresser drawer and pulls out a pair of glasses similar in style to the ones on his face.

"Do you have limitations on material, or anything else?"

Chris can't help but glance around the (drab, impersonal, sterile-feeling) bedroom, but it's easy enough to focus on Scott, at least.

He offers his hand out. "Nope, so long as you've the pieces and I'm not trying to fuse two unrelated things together, I can fix near-on anything. Magic that's broken from a broken item I can't do anything for, but I'm guessing that doesn't apply here."

There's a pause while Scott puts that last sentence together in a way that makes sense. He does not hand the glasses over - they're not broken, yet, but they also don't have the same frame as the ones he's wearing, they're heavier and-

Okay, fine.

"It doesn't."

He lifts and brings the glasses down hard on the dresser.

If it works, he has a resource and one less worry.

If it doesn't... well he's still got his visor and the glasses on his face.

There's a crunch that has Chris flinching a bit. And his confusion rising.

He crosses his arms. "Why the fuck are you breaking your glasses, Scott?"

They're clearly different than the ones he's wearing, but Chris wasn't going to begin to guess what was up with them, Scott's world was weird.

"Because if you can fix that, then I have more options than you can't - and if you can't then I still have the pair on my face, my visor, and knowledge about how careful I need to be."

He thought it was pretty obvious.

"Gods, you're the worst."

Chris bats Scott's hand away to weave his magic through the pieces and fuse them back together. Once they're whole again, he folds them and offers them back, that vague annoyance still lingering.

"Satisfied? I'll fix your anti-blow up glasses if they get broken."

"Great, because that material isn't easy to come by anywhere and they're going to take a beating here."

Because he's going to make sure they do.

Chris eyes the glasses dubiously. "What material even is it?"

"Ruby quartz. Quartz is common. That color quartz, far less so." Why is this- You know what, they're standing in his bedroom having this discussion, everything's fine.

"Huh...well, you'd know better, I've no idea if that exists where I come from or not, I'm not the rock guy in my team."

He is, however, going to lean vaguely against Scott's dresser. "Anything else you want to break so I can fix it?"

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Scott, in turn, pushes up to sit on top of the dresser. "There are so many possible responses from 'hearts' to 'your face'." It's just teasing. He's actually so relieved he's in a very actively very good mood now.

Chris shifts to bump his shoulder to Scott's leg.

"Actually, now that I'm here, you want punch each other or go out for more darts and this time I'll use magic to kick your ass?"

He brings a hand up to his chin in mock thought. "What if I had a dart board that was only bright red and like dark red?"

That makes him grin, albeit slightly.

"have we had a discussion about my spatial awareness, yet?"

He'll still beat you, asshole.

He glances up and over his shoulder at Scott.

"No. What, you got measurements in your head too? The kind to throw a ball at a wall and have it ricochet around until it hits the target? Cause if so, we're trying a new game."

"I appreciate how quickly you catch on. That's exactly the kind of thing I have in my head. Let's find a new game. Maybe poker."

He rolls his eyes and steps away from the dresser. "Poker with two? That seems silly. I'd invite you to a drinking game, but you've probably got some super human resistance to that shite too."

He's not actually as sore as he sounds, but it's a fun act.

"You're right, you cannot have enough money to make taking it all a worthwhile venture." He isn't upset either and the snarky tone backs off, and he shakes his head. "No healing ability, and my alcohol tolerance is only remotely high because of body mass and exposure."

Yeah yeah he drinks a lot at specific times in his life. Sue him. "Logan. Don't play any kind of drinking game with him."

He doesn't, unfortunately. Not like he might have back home, he works for a charity and a magic theatre, he's only lucky he's frugal...and he certainly has no room to judge on drinking when his own habits likely qualified for some kind of 'addiction' take by modern sensibilities.

No one appreciated a simple two or three drink evening after work anymore.

"I've never said two words to him, I just know he's shacking up with one of my theatre guys and you, beyond that our paths don't cross."

"Help me out on my rolling and endless list of people he's shaking up with. Which one is one of the theater guys?"

He sounds... not angry or upset exactly just... exasperated and kind of confused.

Chris shrugs and leans against the dresser again. He can't blame Scott at all. "Nicky. Nick O'Broin. Don't worry about it, if you asked me who all any of my people sleep with I couldn't begin to tell you, I don't keep tabs."

Much. More like a vague look up now and again for any shifty sorts, but even that has slipped past him, apparently....so he could hardly be called good at that sort of tab-keeping.

"Nick is... also a bartender somewhere, isn't he? Or is that someone else?" He's frowning slightly trying to put that together, but stops to shake his head slightly and give Chris a slight smile. "The sex isn't what throws me. It's his level of... community involvement and number of people he's trying to take care of."

He has to think about that, but- "Yeah, I think so? At the Scratch."
Which is barely a place on Chris' radar, honestly, it just wasn't much his thing, but that sounded right.

"I've no idea if Nick counts as one of those types for him, but considering the messes Nicky gets himself in, it wouldn't surprise me any if he was."

Nick had a way of attracting either trouble or people who wanted to keep him out of it. Chris shrugs. "Once you're here a while, you end up dug in, I guess. Find your network of people and community projects to get hands in or go mad. Even you're starting to."

"Maybe. I'm sure it's useful to dig in, but right now I'm still swinging between trying to make connections and be available and make no connections so I'm left the hell alone by everyone who isn't some level of asshole and doesn't come from my world."

Which is direct as hell for him, but followed by him pushing off the dresser. "Come on. I've got a couple of bottles. Let's go play a drinking game at the kitchen table like the normal people we aren't."

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