"I'm not freaking out? Who's freaking out?" Chris tended to have this 'psshyeah, me?' tone that he tended to use when he wanted to prove that he was quite the opposite of whatever people were saying that he was. Unreasonable? Him? You couldn't find a more reasonable half-whitelighter out there? High-strung, uptight, and repressed? He was not repressed. Having a heterosexual freakout? Not that there was anything wrong with either but he wasn't freaking out. Even if it'd be completely understandable if he had been. He had nothing wrong with homosexuals or bisexual and the entire spectrem of sexual colors. He was just firmly hetero and didn't need to be waking up naked with an equally naked man with emotions and memories of female him ramming at his brain. There was nothing that Chris couldn't deal with when he put his mind to it, and he could deal with this. He just wouldn't have minded a little more warning. Or warning that his female-self wouldn't see fit to ignore.
Chris' jaw clenched ever so slightly at Peter's next words. Not giving the way that he had been seriously considering the latter. "Fine. I can discuss this." Not that there was anything to discuss. Him as a male hadn't done anything. "Let me just go get some pants first." Chris hesitated for a moment. Looking at Peter, a slight frown on his face. He didn't know ... it was ... he stopped whatever was forming in his head by orbing away. He didn't have the time or the patience to think of what he didn't know. Chris could handle a lot of things but he was just irritated at the world at the moment, that he didn't really want to handle it.
He grabbed a pair of pants from the draw that he knew his female self had designated for his male clothing. Justifying his hesitation as whitelighter concern for his charge.