"Shut up," Chris growled, shoving hard against the man, grip getting tighter to spite him, and Chris' face had an expression that was dark and twisted, confused in a way as he again captured Stabler's lips for a biting kiss, body pressing down as he worked himself against the man below him, "Shut up, shut up," He muttered as he began biting down Stabler's neck, not taking time to be careful with his efforts. He had to silence the man, silence himself-the rage was getting worse, "So fucking pathetic, Keller," A slip, a mind blip, but he couldn't correct himself-he didn't notice, so lost in his need to hurt. His drunken mind had forgotten about Stabler as a man now, and he was only a doppleganger, nothing but a version of Chris that the man could confront, a version of himself he could control, to show how pathetic he was.