Chris had never felt this. Or, well, that was a lie. Of course he had — but he had never felt this way for a guy. Him and you were just friends.. of course they were. Strictly platonic.

That's what Chris thought at least for the first few years of your friendship. But now, that him and you had actually gotten more time to be around each other, things changed. For Chris, at least. He found himself thinking of you differently, in ways similar to old crushes he'd have in high-school.

He wasn't gay - no, he couldn't be. He just.. was close with you. Really close, good, platonic, bros. That's what he decided on.

But now, at the washington lodge, halfway black-out drunk with Josh and you — he wasn't himself, truly. More confident, out there. Flirtatious, even.

And when Josh went off to do.. well, whatever, really. He wasn't paying as close attention to Josh as he was to you. He didn't know if you always looked this handsome, or maybe it was just the booze messing with his hormones.

He didn't know what made him speak up, what gave him the confidence to act so out of character, but he couldn't take back the words he said.

Him and you were only having a normal, albeit slurred and drunken conversation, and that was when he decided it was a good time to stray away from the topic.

"You know you-.. you're, really handsome. Like.." he trailed off, his face flushed from the alcohol as he leaned closer to you, his hand resting on the counter next to yours. "For a dude, I.." Chris mumbled, his words slurred slightly as he trailed off. The only thing on his mind was how bad he wanted to kiss you.