"I'm allowed to talk to people that aren't you, Chris," He growled out, still not deciding to stand, not even trying to address the first part.
"So I messed up. Obviously I'm going to pay for it." He stood, resigned to the fight he felt coming. He was... tired. Angry with himself, but for whatever reason, just couldn't bring himself to yell back.
It probably had something to do with him believing Chris was right.