Get out? Like hell. There was no way that he was leaving Peter alone like this. The other man was freaking himself out over something, muttering words that Chris could barely even hear ... his nose was bleeding. If Peter wanted him out, he could send him flying out. Which would only serve to have him orb back. Orb back, pissed, frustrated .. and so fucking concerned and maybe a little scared. Alright, a lot more than he'd ever admit.
He didn't know what he'd do if Peter blacked out and fell into another coma. Peter looked like he could either implode or explode if he didn't calm down. Whatever he was struggling with, they would deal with it. They had to. There would be no going through that again.
Despite, the slight fear, Chris kept his voice controlled, calm and even managing comforting. "They me why you want me to go, Peter." Hoping to get the other male's attention on him. He'd been taking a small step further int the room when he had noticed the gun, just lying there on the floor. Not too far from his charge. What the hell!?. "Tell me what it is and I'll help you fight it. I'll help you control it." Chris managed not to let his eyes flicker to the gun or to Peter's continuously bleeding nose. Instead he focused on getting him to look at him. "Let me help you."