Now that the struggle was over, the dust settling in the aftermath, Chris felt a strange sort of peace settle over him. It was a calm, the reassurance of the bindings holding him down keeping him grounded while he let his mind drift idly, body relaxing against Cole with a fond air and no trace of discomfort left in him. He wanted nothing more than to say where he was up until the point Cole was satisfied with him.

He noticed, of course, the awkward situation Cole had ended up in. There was no thought to what had triggered it, not much concern except that perhaps Cole wanted to offer him something Chris hadn't been expecting yet. His head tilted to the side, leaning it against Cole's cheek in something like a nuzzling motion that really just helped soothe him more. Whatever contact he could get with Cole was more fulfilling than pacing around in nervous agony. He wanted more. He hummed briefly before he softly said, "I want more." That was all he needed, all of what Cole told him to do when he was feeling bereft, wasn't it? It should do.