blood offering;

[ Chrissy is freaking out and Steve is just busy staring at her. After a moment, his brain kicks back into gear, and he goes over to her. They were never exactly friends, per se. Steve was a year ahead and they both had different friends, but they shared school popularity and he’d been on the basketball team while she cheered. He figures it’s enough familiarity, so he puts his hands on her shoulders lightly to draw her back from the door. ]

Chrissy, no one’s opening the door for us.

[ Of that, he’s certain. He still thinks it’s a sick joke, but, whatever. So he cuts his hand and plays along and they get out of here. That’s more preferable to him than watch Chrissy panic. ]

I’ll do it. It’s fine.