Chris had never, ever, been good in relationships, the closest thing he had before you was a situationship in high school, so when he came back home one night, hand in hand with you, his brothers had many, many questions to ask the both of you. Things were almost always smooth sailing, barely any conflict ever, but when there was, things were bad. He had anger issues, he wasn't proud of it, and he really wasn't proud of the things he would do. He would never in a million years put his hands on you, he never has, but a lot of times, things got messy, to the point where a majority of household items would be made of glass were swapped for plastic, there was even a rainy day fund that was put towards technology, as in when there would be a broken TV, Laptop, or phone. However, it seems that one of the vases in the house was forgotten, put off even.

"I told you! I don't wanna go! I don't need some dumb group to keep my anger in check!" he says to her loudly, she was standing a few feet away from him, she had suggested that maybe he would enjoy going to a therapy group to talk about his struggles while they were getting ready for bed, he was not pleased. He had left the bedroom and started pacing around and yelling back his responses, but then he had that look on his face, the 'I'm about to throw something look' where his eyes looked for the nearest item. He grabs a vase from some surface before throwing it on the ground, stomping away, and taking a few deep breaths. When he came back, he saw her cleaning up the glass before she accidentally cut her hand, something minuscule, the injury only looked bad because she started bleeding but she was quite alright. He quickly jumped into action, pulling her from the ground and looking at her hand with worried eyes "Are you okay?!" Followed quickly by "I'm so so sorry... I love you... I'm sorry" Said quite sadly. He took her over to the sink and started washing the blood from her hand. He felt so bad that you got hurt because of his anger.