Chris had heard when Cole arrived. It was hard not to, when it was heralded by a gaggle of loud younger cousins all making their presence known with tromping footsteps and loud greetings and everything in between. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus on his homework, even if there wasn't much he could do to actually concentrate now that Cole was here. What did he want? No matter his actual living circumstances and how terrible his demonic mother was, he'd used Chris and played him for a fool and it just figured.

He didn't want to deal with that. Like, ever.

Of course, that meant the problem was coming to him because Chris would never be going to the problem. He turned from his spot at the desk and glared at the half-demon standing there like he deserved Chris listening to him after the hurt he laid on. With a quick motion, he threw Cole inside the room — not against the wall despite his bitterness, but onto Wyatt's bed none too gently. If he'd gone with the wall, he knew his parents would be up immediately to break them up. Chris was just so tired of not being in control.

"Wall's looking better and better. What is there to even talk about?"