Brave

Chris had to have his blood drawn at his doctor's appointment today.

To some this may not seem like a big deal, but Chris doesn't do well with needles or blood. It seems to be a trait passed down through the men in his family. When he heard that this appointment would involve fasting, it did not take him long to deduce the implications of that criteria.

Let's just say he wasn't looking forward to the appointment.

...to put it very mildly.

When it was his turn to hop up on the table and prep for the blood draw, it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to surmise that Chris was nervous. But he still had a smile on his face (the smile which hardly leaves his face for any consequential amount of time) and he readily acknowledged his fears to the nurse. After my attempt at casual conversation about Telltale failed miserably, we all found Pixar a much better conversation-point that lasted easily until the end of the draw.
I was actually very impressed with how Chris handled it all. With how he talked about past experiences of these kinds, I was ready to catch him in a dead faint if anyone mentioned the words 'blood draw' in the near vicinity. Yet here he was, sitting up, smiling as usual, with a little cotton ball the only evidence of his extreme bravery.

To seal the deal, he triumphantly grabbed a dum dum sucker from the jar on the way out- the well-deserved trophy for a courageous, conquering man.