God, it was Chris. An odd sense of relief and discomfort flooded him. Relief that it wasn't some monster that would kill him and Alice and relief that Chris was actually around. Discomfort because it was clear he was leaving again and that Percy was going to have to ask him why.

"You're slinking around the kitchen after not being around for -" Percy has to pause, to try to think of how long it's been. He rubs his face to try to get himself to focus better. "A while," he finally finishes, still unable to think of anything better than a vague descriptor of how long that time seemed to have dragged. "And I'm the one prowling like a shifty asshole?"