Chris blinked, as if the man had hit him, leaning back, confused for a moment before he narrowed his eyes, "But this is what you fucking deserve," He mumbled, shaking his head as he shoved back against Stabler's face, letting go as he reached his hand up to his own face, as if checking for marks from his actions. Chris then noticed that the man wasn't really reacting, though his reaction to the lack there of on Stabler's part was a bit late, and he put his hand to the man's throat, not a firm grip, but fingers loosely gripping it, twitching slightly, "What do you want from me, huh? Want me to just...Just love you with all my heart, huh? What good is that? The fuck good is that, huh? Doesn't mean shit. Not shit," He squeezed the man's neck a bit, his face still inches from Stabler's, "I just want to be loved, to be trusted, but we don't fucking deserve that, do we, Keller?" Again, the slip.