Chris bit into his lip again, his gaze falling to the floor as though even that wasn't safe to touch the other man. He'd expected something much harsher, some kind of reprimand for what he'd done; not these kind words, which he knew that if he'd allowed himself a moment to actually think of Rafe's character, they would not have been so surprising.
"Gracias," he finally said quietly. "Estoy bien. Espero que también lo estés." His jaw worked for a moment, the tension in his body making his leg ache. After a beat, he finally looked over to Rafe, desperation edging his gaze. "Yo quería decir lo siento, no espero que me perdones. Casi ni siquiera nos conocemos."