Chris' hand rubbed at Toby's back then up to his neck then down again, his head bending to talk into the man's ear, voice soft, "I know, baby, I know, but I think you can do it. You deal with me, don't you?" He teased, still smiling broadly, "Come on. You can do this. I'll help whatever way I can," And he was sincere in that, thinking the man would want his help. Funny, if he thought about it.