Chris fought the urge to point out that Peter really hadn't been thinking, in a sarcastic tone. However, he didn't, in fact he couldn't at the moment. Maybe later. "Whatever it was it was messing with your head. I don't blame you." He just wanted to kick the ass of who ever was responsible.
"Wait." He frowned. "Pushed you off the roof? He pushed you off the roof? That's supposed to train you to control your powers?!" It was clear that Chris was about to boarder on irriational, given the clear disbelief in his tone. His reaction not displaying one ounce of the hypocrisy of his own words. Obviously someone had forgotten that he'd put the sisters through much worse emotionally, and even at times physically, when he'd been their whitelighter. However, at the moment, at all Chris was thinking about was a bruised Peter. And seeing as he'd just seen the other male shoot himself in the head, and felt his body dying against him ... it wasn't unreasonable that Chris wasn't handling this very well.
Chris' jaw clenched, as he tried not to snap out at Peter, that this was his job, that this is what he was supposed to do. Push him. Chris wondered if that was why the Elders had been so adamant against whitelighter/charge relations. Wondered how his parents had handled it. They'd managed it. However, Chris didn't know Peter near as well as his dad knew his mom. Not to mention he hadn't been a whitelighter with a charge even a quater as long as his dad had been one. So emotions were likely to meld more. But Chris was sure whether as someone who had feelings for Peter or just as his whitelighter, he would never like the idea of Peter being pushed off a building.
So instead, he just rolled his eyes a little. "Yeah, well -" He started answering when Peter was trailing off but the other male cut him off. He stiffened for an instant, before gentely, just as hesitant, he returned the kiss. Peter had soft lips.