"I don't give a fuck if you're talking, Beecher, you just don't got the greatest of fucking track records when it comes to not fucking the first guy who throws you a smile when I'm not around!" Chris threw at him, not caring for this 'resigned' attitude Beecher seemed to be taking on, and deciding to throw a punch if the guy was so settled on being hit. Might as well give him what he wanted there. He was frustrated that he had to even think about the man being with someone else after all the shit he had done to get him to love him, trust him, ecetera fucking ecetera.