Chris runs his thumb around the rim of the bottle he holds in his hand, ignoring how it chills him to the bone, ignoring how numb he feels. He used to think himself as unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with, but these days he's feeling a lot more human than before.

Not when it comes to his mortality—that'd just be utterly ridiculous—instead it seems as if his morality has taken a hit ever since he got rid of Rick Flag. It haunts him more than it should and what happened with his brother, Keith, has been following him more often than not. The realization that he has always been the screw up that everyone tells him he is begun to have a bit more weight than he wished to give it.

Especially when it comes to you.

God, he knows that he's an asshole that has pushed you away countless of times since he's come back from prison. It's different than the way he pushes Vigilante away, because he actually likes you! He likes you, loves you even, but expressing that in a way that a man should? Forget about that shit.

"I don't know how much more I got in me to do this shit," Chris slurs softly, head turning to look at you as you enter his trailer causing Eaglely to chirp nearby. "Can I be honest with you?"

He pauses to take another pull from his beer, swallowing the bitter liquid with nary a wince yet his face still scrunches up. "I don't think I want to kill people anymore," a snort escapes him, a sardonic smile pulling at his lips. "Sounds stupid when I say it out loud."