"Just setting up?" Wally glanced down, finally noticing the chess board, and his smile wavered and was replaced by a slightly panicked look. "Uh, I'm, uh, really not good at this game," he said, sounding slightly desperate. "I mean, I don't really remember what some of the pieces do and I'm not so good at the planning thing--"

Which was painfully true. He just didn't have the attention span to play chess. It was bad enough sometimes having to wait for someone to make a decision on something normal, let alone waiting however long it could take for someone to figure out a chess move. And trying to hold a conversation on top of that would just be a nightmare, specially a conversation where he was trying to find out if what Bats had said was true.

He shot a pleading look at Grell, hoping that might have an effect. "Can't we just talk instead? I mean, I don't think I could concentrate on a game like this while you're sitting across from me."