Chris lumbered to his feet. It was an effort, after his impact with the wall. He hauled himself up, though and gave a weary sigh once he was vertical.
"I never meant..." he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I wanted to make things right." He'd gone about it all wrong, and he realised Scorpius needed time. Chris could give him that. At least a little.
He didn't know what the hell he'd do with himself, but he could respect Scorpius' need to be alone. Especially after his fumbling attempt to get in his pants. That was a dick move, and he realised it now, too late. He sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face.
He felt old, tired, defeated. "Will you, can we talk later? After we've both had time to sort through things?" Rage and frustration brewed inside of him. He needed to get away from Scorpius before he made another go at him, because he was feeling desperate, and in need to rutting until his cock was raw.