There was a thrill to Toby saying Chris was all he had, but Chris wasn't going to take it at that moment. Maybe later, after a drink to settle himself down, he would, but right then he was just in the mood for a fight, and if it had to be verbal-he couldn't hit Toby, not when she was about to cry, for fuck's sake-so be it.
"Look at you! You're about to fucking bawl over a simple conversation," He waved his hand, "You and I both fucking know you wouldn't be happy like this with me. And as much as it fucking surprises you, I want you happy as much as I want myself happy," Hell, sometimes he put his own happiness well out of the way to make Toby happy. He had confessed to beating the man and indicated Schillinger, putting himself in protective custody away from him for Toby's forgiveness. He had pretended to be friends with Schillinger, he had gone to therapy with Sister Pete, he had killed men, and though he got his kicks while doing it, it wasn't for his happiness he was doing it. It was for Toby's. For Chris was sure Toby would be happy with him.
His lip curled up in a slight scowl as he added, "And what about Holly, huh? She gonna understand when you find her and you say 'Daddy's a girl because his fucking boyfriend wanted to fuck a cunt'?" Chris shook his head, knowing it was harsh to bring that up at the moment, but he thought it was needed. He thought the woman had to not only hear Chris' concern for her-since she obviously wasn't fucking believing it-but for Holly, where ever she was here. It was a struggle for Chris already, trying so hard to not fuck up. If he had to deal with an emotional Toby as well, he'd fall apart.