[Chris waits, quiet even as his mind plays through the memory of it's own volition and still those doubts ring so loudly even if the memory seems fond. He wouldn't have agreed to the kinkier aspects, even if it wouldn't surprise him he'd consented to the sex...but even that seems lost. Aphrodisiacs never clouded his mind quite like that something was off and it itched and pulled and he wanted it sorted because if he can't trust his own mind what in every hell could he trust?
Which is why there's a sharp spike of panic and confusion.]
What? Why? Doctor, please.
[Even in his thoughts, he has a hard time stringing together the words he needs, like they flit just out of grasp, and maybe the Doctor can even feel the sensation of something closing in Chris' throat like it does when his emotions spin themselves too tightly together in a way he can't begin to untangle or process. He feels too deeply, too sharply, and it catches in him too easily.]
I need to know so I can fix it and- ['Hurt him' runs through his mind, 'stop him' and 'take him apart' run together.]
cw: referenced dubcon
Which is why there's a sharp spike of panic and confusion.]
What? Why? Doctor, please.
[Even in his thoughts, he has a hard time stringing together the words he needs, like they flit just out of grasp, and maybe the Doctor can even feel the sensation of something closing in Chris' throat like it does when his emotions spin themselves too tightly together in a way he can't begin to untangle or process. He feels too deeply, too sharply, and it catches in him too easily.]
I need to know so I can fix it and- ['Hurt him' runs through his mind, 'stop him' and 'take him apart' run together.]