It wasn't Chris's usual mode of attention-seeking. Rather, Chris didn't have a mode of looking for attention rather than being desperate for approval and being too skittish to really ask for it. He'd never been good at bringing himself to force that much focus on himself, not after growing up in the shadows of the Charmed Ones and the Twice-Blessed Child. It was only the repeated commands of his need for it that made him push to achieve it, an impetus he usually buried and left forgotten on his own time.

Keeping hold of Chris was a good move. Once the harness was gone, Chris slowly tensed up as everything around him began to sink in. It was like he had been put on standby mode, relaxed and willing to take anything thrown at him with little fight, but now the world suddenly became harsh once more and his mind churned against the situation it found itself. He shuddered, head shaking as if to push the conflict out. "I do," he said hesitantly. That wasn't right, was it? Why was he doing this? Why was he allowing this to happen? He moved, hands coming between them and trying to place a bit of distance while his mind screamed for space to think and focus and find something to latch onto.