Darius wasn't certain if he wanted to flee or bury himself into Chris's arm, afraid of seeing the vision of the dead man in his mind. He had certainly wondered, perhaps been convinced that he'd killed people. That smile made him even more convinced that he'd faced it before. His head hung slightly before hearing the words and he turned toward him slightly. "No...-wait, what? Yes.. yes.. fish and chips.. " he parroted and walked where Chris lead. He was his friend, clearly if he didn't feel that way, Darius wouldn't be walking beside him. This was maybe the safest place to be, he told himself.

"Sounds good.." He felt dizzy so he closed his eyes walking blindly a little to take a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself.