"Naah. Survival of the fittest or something." He shrugged. Having made it back into the living room, he turned to face her.

She was clearly upset, and though she didn't seem any worse than normal.. it was still fucking Christmas Eve. Even Gray knew that was a big deal. Shouldn't he have been like, thoughtful and shit?

"Are you cold?" He blurted out instead of something more helpful like 'what happened?'