"You can stay for as long as you want, not like I can kick you out," Chris says, looking out the window.

"Just don't give me some kind of speech, 'kay? You'd be wasting your breath," He picks at his nails, trying to make it seem as if he isn't fixed on your presence in the room.

He'd just got done turning you down your offer of protection, he doesn't want a Guardian Angel. Though he's aware you can't just leave, he's your ward now. Your responsibility.