Chris kept his eyes averted as he spoke about what he did to gather info, "I sort of cornered Jerry. But he was more then okay then dropping dimes on the others, who have been giving you a bad rap. As far as the old man, I hope that you would stick closer to me. I can handle him, that way he can't just say whatever he likes." He hadn't meant for it to all spill out like that. But it was the truth.<br/><br/>"You're right I don't but I belong by my partner's side when things blow up, so next time wait for me." Chris said his eyes focused on the window. "Sorry to in-convince you Meya, but I was concerned and well. I never really know when to keep my nose at a thing's" he said with a light chuckle. He was becoming more relaxed around her. Something in the air changed with them, how ever so slightly, he figured enjoy it while he could.<br/><br/>As Chris listened to her last words his gaze moved to her's. His eyes a deep cerulean shade of blue,<span style="font-style: italic"> "Why do you treat me like I'm important? Nobody else can be bothered with me yet you act like I'm not a freak or a monster because of my history. Why? It doesn't make any sense when you are one of THEM."</span>. As her words filtered out he didn't need to think of what to say this time. "Because nothing is ever one shade, there is no complete good or bad. There are shades even in the darkest colors. And well I wasn't always a cop, I have my own past. So I can relate, plus I think you do a well damn good job. Even if you are forced to do this and well are a little unorthodox, you get it done I can appreciate that." Chris coughed lightly realizing he hadn't mean't to say so much. He hoped she wouldn't be offended by anything he said. He was talking way to much lately he thought to himself. His form was relaxed and leaned back into the chair.