Chris was sitting on his bed, a couple pieces of paper crumpled up beside him as he tried to figure out what to do with the mark. He wanted something to sort of mark his own place, since Toby seemed okay with that idea, and he also wanted something that didn't look like shit. It was hard working with a swastika, surprisingly.
On his lap at that moment was a simple little design, nothing that impressive, and he was scowling over it. When he saw the man come in, he took the obvious moment to check him out before clearing his throat. "Hey, how about this?" He held it up, pointing at it, "See, there's a 'B' and a 'T', Tobias Beecher, obviously, and a 'C' and a 'K'. You know," He gestured at himself, "Or, I mean, there's other things, of course, I mean, whatever."