It takes every ounce of will Chris has not to take her hand and press her wrist to his lips, to inhale her scent and memorize it. Instead, he just listens, smiles, and curls his other hand around his cup again, taking a small sip, lips sipping over where Sansa had.

"It keeps us quite warm in San Francisco too. Just don't drink too much of it or you wont sleep."

He watches her, trying to remember the last time he felt so head over heals with someone. Wondering how badly they'd stop him at the portal if he tried to follow her into Thorne and just how much trouble he'd get. Chris felt like a stupid cartoon character with their heart literally hammering outside of their chest.

Maybe it was just the coffee. He swallowed roughly. Not the coffee.

"It sound quite cold in your home. Weather is a lot more mild in California." Nope. He had to put a stop to this. Weather. The date killer.

"You said your sister was an assassin." Nope, now was not the time to bring up 'so was my fiancée'. SIGH try again Chris. "What's your family like? Is your brother the only one here?"