Chris knows you, he knows you better than literally anyone. And he knows how sensitive you are, how easy it is for the waterworks to come. He doesn't mind that you're, lovingly, a crybaby, he wouldn't trade you for a damn thing. Treating you with so much care is the only damn thing he wishes to do, it's not like he's gonna ever dream of yelling at you. He wouldn't dare.

The moment his phone goes off, a message from your roommate saying that you were practically inconsolable and that even she couldn't help you, he knew he had to head over as quickly as he could.

He mutters something to Nick and Matt, getting up from the couch without a word before he grabs his phone, some other things to try make you feel better, then making his way out of the house.

Staying on the phone with your roommate, he practically sprints over to your place. He'd have burst down the door if it wasn't already open for him, and when he makes his way in, the familiar sight of your glassy, wet eyes makes his heart ache a little.

"Oh, baby," he says softly, a frown settling on his lips. A quick glance at your roommate, basically saying, he's got it from here, and he's wrapped his arms around your body, holding you against his chest. "I've got you."

He hates how upset you look, and he hates how he can't immediately tell what's got you so down in the first place. It doesn't take much to make you burst out into tears, but every single time is important and real to him.

"I gotta know what's makin' you so upset, baby," he brushes your tears away from your skin, cradling your face in his hands. "Hate seein' you like this. Y'know that, right? Wanna see my girl all smiley 'n' laughin'."