This is unexpectedly firm. Alex blinks and looks up at him. Sure he's not. Most of it. Well, okay, you are.
Grant chuckles a little.
But not the way he means. A shrug, as if it doesn't matter. Grant stares at him for a moment, blocked, then pushes to his feet and comes over to embrace him from behind the chair, roughly, friend-like. Not where I come from. Not by a long shot.