the crave chris felt for you was lethal. he felt helpless without you, almost like his mind wouldn't let him focus until he could see, feel, and hear that you were okay. it was obsessive, but it was love.

chris sits at his desk chair, attempting to play video games with nick and matt. for some reason, this awful feeling sinks in his chest. it's like a timer going off, reminding him he hasn't touched you in too long.

turning his head over his shoulder to see you sprawled on the bed, he licks over his lips as he mutter the question with hope. "baby, will you -- can you please come sit in my lap? wan you closer."