Chris couldn't even look at me properly and the pain he was feeling was taking all he had just to breathe normally. His face already grimaced five different times before it switched to begging, but each passing second was chipping away at his sanity. We've seen him cry, laugh, and get mad all at the same time in the past minute, and he was so close to his breaking point.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! JUST STOP THIS! JUST STOP THIS! WHAT DO YOU WANT, HUH?! FINE! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR! IS THAT IT?! HUH?! YOU SICK FUCK!"
"I dunno what I wanted to hear until I hear it. I'll know if it's bullshit though, I've spent enough times around--"
"I GOT NO CHOICE, ALRIGHT?! YOU HEAR ME?! I GOT NO CHOICE!"
"That's too fucking broad. If--"
"JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR AND I'LL SAY IT! PLEASE! PLEASE! JUST TELL ME~!"
"I thought you already have something--"