Chris was usually incredibly patient with you. He dealt with whatever shit was thrown at him, specifically whatever was bothering you, and he usually just took it and calmed you down, or whatever. But, on this day, he wasn't really in the mood for your shit. He knows you didn't mean to be annoying, it just happened. And maybe he wasn't being considerent, he knew that. But God.

You're arguing at him, not even with him, since he's practically ignoring every word that comes out of your mouth. He runs a hand through his long hair, scoffing softly. "Can you stop whinin', baby?"

You go quiet, which pushes him to continue further, even if he doesn't realise nor mean it. "All this yap, yap, yap, like God, I heard y'the first fuckin' time," he mimics a mouth with his hand, rolling his eyes at you.

His brows raise as he watches your expression change into indignation. He folds his arms over his chest and even has the audacity to try provoke you, mock you. "Oh, what? Mad? Huh? That's cute," he's being a dickhead and he knows it. But he feels a little too far deep to stop, and his ego absolutely won't let him. "Talkin' to a wall here, ma, don't think anyone was listenin',"

Oh, he was just itching to be at least yelled at.