It wasn’t really your fault. Not at first at least. A combination of things made Chris’ jaw tick, a vein in his temple bulge, and his head ache.

First it was Adrian, then it was his dad, then it was Adrian again.. now this task force where everyone is skeptical of him.

Chris grumbled as he sat down in one of the chairs at the base, his elbows leaning on the table as he went to cup his head with his palms. He swore he could feel his blood pulse through his throat.

He rolled his eyes when he heard someone enter the room, leaning back in the chair begrudgingly just to see who it might be.

You.

Smile lines deepened and lips tightened as you started to talk about whatever was on your mind, obviously in a decent mood considering you were the one who had initiated conversation.

“I need a fuckin’ beer,” he grumbled out, dragging a hand across his face. When you had asked what he said, his nostrils flared as he took a breath in. “I said, I need. A fuckin’. Beer.”

His arms crossed against his uniform clad chest, the red material stretching caught over his shoulders and biceps as his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly when he swallowed.

“Sorry that you’re too busy listening to yourself talk that you can’t even hear me say something when I do,” he retorted, leaning forwards slightly as if to press.

Chris was too focused on his own feelings to even register the awkward silence that had filled the room. He scoffed, a mean smile crossing his lips as his dimples poked into his cheeks. That smile slowly turned into a sneer when he started talking though.

His fist slammed down the table suddenly, stopping you from further using your voice. He didn’t need you to ask him what was wrong, nor did he need you prodding at him like he was some kid, and he sure as hell didn’t want you to fucking talk anymore.

Emotions seemed to always get the best of him. Yes, he wanted to scare you, to make you shut up.

“Jus’— shut the fuck up, okay? Your voice is like you practiced in the mirror on how annoying you could possibly be,” he commented, shaking his head as he looked down at his forearms.