How was he supposed to say no to that? With the kiss looming so closely, Chris breathed soft and waited only for a moment before he tilted his head forward and took it for himself. It was gentle and unsure, nothing sitting right in his own skin but he knew that he wanted this. He wanted the comfort and the affection, and the simplicity of just accepting what was right in front of him. For the world to slow down and let him simply be.

"No." It was a weak retort, something born of desperation rather than an actual protest. His mind was drifting further and further away from his own control, turning to clay in Cole's hands and Chris was left adrift without anything to guide him. He loved... Cole? His love for Bianca — he knew that was real without a shadow of a doubt. That love was real. Was it not really Bianca's? He could feel his eyes filling hot with tears while he struggled to make sense of it. "What's happening to me?"