Chin doesn't say anything, but Steve can feel his eyes on him.
"Nothing," Chin shakes his head, but Steve knows he knows something's up.
Steve keeps his eyes focused on the road. "You wanna grab a beer later?"
Steve nods, offering Chin a grateful smile. He'll never push, but Steve knows he'll listen, if he manages to say anything. Hell, Chin will listen even if Steve says nothing all night. He'll probably drive Steve home later too, when he's too drunk to do it himself.
He may not understand what's happened, but at least he does it quietly.