He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy seeing Chris look that way at Erin; it's far too satisfying. But the thought of Chris getting hurt on his account is enough to make his belly slosh like his guts have liquified.

"I'm sorry," he rasps as he leans into their kiss, losing the fight to keep himself from pressing against their comforting warmth from hip to head. "I did have that coming. I can explain. In a moment." Everything about his body language finishes the thought for him. He'll explain, but first he just wants to be held.