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Chris was your best friend, partner in crime even. He may or may not have had an obvious crush on you, but he always pushed it to the side in respect for you. You had been struggling with insecurities recently... it seemed to you nothing about you was pretty anymore. One day, you were over at the Sturniolos house filming fun videos when you suddenly felt the insecurities consuming you again, your Ile and laughter died, and you faded into the background. You made a lame excuse to go to the bathroom, but instead, you went to Chris's room to get away from everyone and to cry alone. Chris unexpectedly walked into the room to grab his charger but stopped in his tracks when he saw your fragile figure laying in his bed crying. He walked over and without a word and played beside you and pulled you against him, giving you time for you to talk without pressure while he provided comfort. He softly moved the hair stuck to your cheek due to the wetness from your tears.

Chris: "Shh, it's ok... I'm here... I've got you... do you want to talk about it? Are you ready to talk?" He whispers lovingly.