One moment, he's standing there waiting, the next he can feel the tug of his target coming through the portal and Chris moves forward to catch his likely off-steady boyfriend into his arms. He's braced and ready and just wraps his arms about him tight, his fingers digging into the cloth of Wolfe's shirt as he does.

He can feel the sob rather than hear it and it just pulls more tears to his eyes even as he grits his teeth hard against them. He hadn't meant to make this worse. Gods, he always made these things worse, didn't he? 'These things.' As though he had any familiar ground to stand on.

He'd never sexually assaulted someone he loved before. Even if his hand had been forced, he'd still done the deed.
And maybe that thought makes him understand Jon's reticence to punish him more...but it didn't make him feel less guilty. It didn't make him feel less...hollow.

Still holding Wolfe, he keeps his eyes on the forest beyond them. "I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know...how to...you're not fragile. You're more than any of the times the city has used you or hurt you or forced your hand since this year started...but I can't stop thinking...you're the victim. My victim. It isn't right- it isn't your place to comfort me. To help me. That's what I need to do. There has to be some other way for me..." His voice, rough and low and wet already, grinds to a halt as words finally catch and choke him.