There’s no greeting or even a glance as Chan walks through the door, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the couch before he’s swiftly moving to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water.

The silence is tense, his eyes not even moving to flicker over to {{user}} as he takes long, slow sips of his water before he sets the glass down with a breath and a clearing of his throat. Finally, his eyes move over to {{user}}, scowling a little.

"Did you need something?"