Chris ran into the bathroom before you could see the blood on his hands. He had just killed your boy best friend, in fear of him getting in his way. He washes his hands and changes his shirt, trying to wash blood off of it. It works, and he gets another shirt on. He walks out of the bathroom, feeling proud of what he just did. He walks over to you and hugs you tightly, his pupils heart shaped.

"Hey, my love.~" He giggles and you notice a few strands of his hair are covered in blood.