When their eyes met, Chris had a moment, a pause, as he found those eyes to not be the ones he could see in the mirror, to not be the ones he knew were returning the stare. This wasn't him. But there was a part of him that raged against the tears, the pitiful look and he was back to his anger-he wasn't pitiful. He wasn't. Even if he was devoted to a man, a man, who betrayed him again and again. That was love, but he was sick for having it.
He pressed his hips down again, fingers scratching at Stabler's cheeks, "What is it, huh? You want this, don't you? Need it? Need affection, any fucking way you can get it?" He wasn't even talking to Stabler any more, not waiting for a response as he kissed the man again, biting at his lips hard.