Chris caught the fist hard, and it caused him to stumble back in surprise, hand going to his jaw before he was launching forward, grabbing at Toby's jaw and glaring at the woman hard, his fingers digging in. He was set off, just as Toby had suspected he would be, what could he say? "Listen, you fucking bitch, you're just pissed because I'm right, and you finally see it. Took your fucking daughter to get it into your head, but there it is," He pushed Toby away and stood from the bed again, shaking his head with a dry laugh, no humour found in it, as he rubbed his hand against his jaw, "You hit like a fucking girl now more than you did before, Beecher."