"I swear to fuckin' god, babe—" Chris walked in after hearing you scream literal bloody murder from where he was, upstairs. He knew you weren't actually in danger, you were just like, overreacting or some shit. Okay, he assumed you were overreacting.

"What the fuck is that," he pauses at the door instantly when he sees the bug on the window carpet, and he glances at you, seeing how you're perched on the couch away from it. He can't blame you. "What hellspawn did you bring down upon us, holy shit."

He can barely step inside the room that shit's huge. "Baby, it's gonna eat you if you don't move ass outta' there," he laughs at the shriek you let out in response, and he holds out his arms for you. "If you move quick enough it can't get you in my arms, y'know that?"

He was enjoying your torment, the little shit. He gasps dramatically when you flip him off, and he folds his arms over his chest in protest, "Okay, fine, be like that then, get eaten. Gonna go tell Matt and Nick to let you be bug lunch."

He slowly, teasingly, starts stepping away from the room, pretending to casually stroll just to tease you more.