It was nice to hear the man call him 'Baby'. Chris had a moment of thinking that before shoving him away and yanking him back with his arm, shaking him, "You're fucking right you messed up, we messed up, Beecher, me and you. Me and fucking you, together, huh?" He pushed forward to slam Tobias into the kitchen wall, his body pressing against the man's, his voice getting low, "You remember when I told you about my murders, Beecher? You remember? You thinking...You thinking that 'Chris has killed for fucking less'? Because I know I'm fucking thinking that. And you know what, Toby?" The exchange of the man's first and last name was just getting blurred in Chris' mind, whichever one that seemed to fit in the moment getting put in, "You know why I can't fix this like I fixed them? Because I fucking love you, and I can't fix that. I could kill you, baby, but then what? Then fucking what? I'd still be the shit that I am," He paused, hand fisting in the man's shirt as he pulled him forward to then shove him back, hitting him against the wall, "I'd have to die too, baby. I'd have to die again. Every time I've died, Beecher, it's been for you. For you."