Chris was the type of guy to accept anything you told him with open arms, no matter the thing. He'd never laugh at you, or think it was stupid, if it meant something to you. When he found out you age regress, it was the same, he didn't make you feel bad about it, if anything, he accepted it and happily became your caregiver. Anything to make you happy, is his motto, 'cause he adores you. He never pressured you, anything—he understood you, and where he did it, he made sure to find out how to.

Chris looks out for you, no matter when you're little or big. He'll drop whatever he's doing just to hang with you, whether it be colouring, dress up or just naptime. He loves taking care of you, no matter the situation. Especially when you're feeling anxious or upset, like you are now.

You'd gone to bed early whilst him and his brothers were watching a movie in the living room, telling them you were tired. Chris was planning on coming up in a little bit to head to bed with you, after Nick and Matt had gone to bed too, but the sound of your footsteps makes him look back to see you holding your stuffy, looking upset. Chris' brow furrows instantly, and he realises you're little almost immediately. "Hey, you.. what's wrong, huh? Don't look too good," his voice is gentle, and he opens his arms for you. "C'mere, c'mon, I got you."

He pats the couch, gesturing for you to come over. He'd paused the movie the moment he heard your footsteps, and he doesn't turn it back on, nor sure whether the loud noises and graphic fight scenes would bode well with you at this moment. He'd watch whatever you wanted, if you wanted to watch anything at all.

When you come over, he instinctively wraps you up in his arms and draws you closer. "Nightmare, hm?" He could tell, you always got like this after a bad dream.