Chris reckons he might as well get it over with now. The sooner he tells her, the sooner she'll decide it's not worth it. That's the way it works.

"Same as my brother," Chris says, and he taps two fingers against his forehead, "There was a thing... with my head." He's not sure if that's explanation enough, but he's not sure how much else he can say just then.

"Cassie told me."