"Oh my god, babe, you gotta let me push you on the swing," Chris gasped dramatically as he paused by the gate of the park, completely aware that it was late at night however you'd wanted to go on a walk late at night to clear your head. Chris thought this'd help as well, and he insisted on doing so. A coy grin played on his lip as he watched you consider it, and he gently tugged your hand.

"Alright, you're comin' with, this way," he slid his hand up your forearm ans gently pulled you with him with a soft grin, resisting the urge to sprint his way over. He'd give you a break for now, he thought. His hands slowly slink their way to your hips, squeezing gently as he walked with you towards the swings.

"You ever get the urge to just feel like a kid again? Y'know?" A giggle slips past his lips, and he runs a hand through his hair gently, looking around at the park. It was dark and a little eerie but he was such a ray of sunshine that he made it feel so unbelievable safe for you. His cheeks are flushed with heat as he watches you, and he gently places you onto the swing. "Hold on tight f'me."

Chris always had this urge to just, be a kid again. And this park was perfect for that. Especially in your company, especially. He holds onto the chains of the swing as you do, and he slowly starts singing you. "Give me a sec," he grumbles when he tries to get the momentum.

Soon, you're swinging properly, flurries of giggles slipping past your lips, not only yours, but Chris' as well. God damn it, you're so cute he can't help himself. "There she is," he smiles, nuzzling his cheek by your hair for a moment before he rocks you again, swinging the swing slowly but gently so you had the monentum to have fun.

He adored every little thing and moment about and with you, especially these.