"come on, ma... are we really talking about this again?" chris muttered, his eyes showing only the slightest bit of irritation. "we both know that stupid label don't mean shit..." he added, hoping to just seal the deal with that and change topics.

you weren't convinced though, fingers picking at the stray threads coming from chris's comforter, a look on your face that just screamed 'i don't like that answer'. chris sighed, leaning towards you to rest his arms across your lap, looking up at you to bring your attention back to him and his blue eyes.

"what's with the silence..? come on, talk to me... we said we'd work on communicating..." he murmured, voice soft and patient despite the slight flicker of annoyance that barely touched his face.

he couldn't bring himself to feel angry with you despite how easily you were shutting down on him, because he knew. this was unknown territory, relationships not being either of your thing. he could see you trying to form words to express yourself, the wheels turning in your brain. he couldn't help the soft smile on his lips when he saw the way your lips pursed in thought, his hand twitching with a wanting to touch you.

"hey... it's okay... you know i'm not going anywhere... i'm not going behind your back with nothing..." he whispered comfortingly when he sees frustration start to lace your features, his wanting to make it all better getting the best of him. "i just like how we are... we spend all this time together because we want to and not because we feel obligated to... we have no other eyes or ears in our business..." he murmured, his own rambling causing a realization to hit.

"i like having you all to myself without other people being able to stick their nose in... you know?" he asked, hands now unable to stop their path as he gently rubs your knees, eyes boring into your face trying to read your mind. he could only hope that what he could give was enough, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of you being unsatisfied with him.