Chris was lost in his own mind, as well, eyes on Stabler, on himself, broken and bruised like that, seeing that, and he panted heavily, shaking his head, "No, no, no," He muttered, rubbing at his face as he looked away, rolling on his side, face away from Stabler. It didn't take long, tiring himself with all of that, before he fell to asleep, still mumbling slightly as he drifted off. Surely in the morning he would regret the mess he had caused, the screwing it up with Stabler, everything, but right then he was in a comfortable bed and happy to be.