Though Chris didn't actually hear the door, he heard Ray's voice loud and clear.

"Uhm, yeah!" he called back, half-hearted at best. He finished buttoning up Ray's shirt and walked out of the bathroom. If it wasn't for the fact that Chris was rather slim, he and Ray could probably trade clothes as much as they wanted. As it was, the shirt didn't fit quite right and the trousers didn't seem to want to stay on.

The dishevelled look ultimately suited how Chris felt. He couldn't even really manage a smile. "Did you, uh, finish with...stuff?"