Chris just went on kissing the man, stroking fingers through his hair-this was how Chris functioned, how he knew how to keep Toby close. Though he could talk his way out of a lot, he could kiss his way out of more, he figured. This was how they worked.
Pulling away slightly after a moment, Chris licked his lips and stroked his hand against the other man's cheek, "I love you, Toby," He whispered, eyes determined, as if set on the man believing those words even if he knew, he had had confirmed that Toby didn't only believe him but also returned the affection.