Chris stumbled on uneasy legs as he turned to follow, practically falling to his knees as that live wire of tension snapped and released its hold, leaving him feeling weak and lightheaded in its wake. He did want it, ached with wanting it, but some deeper part of him wanted it to hurt and it scared the living hell out of the rest of him.

He stared up at Blonsky with an intensity familiar to the look he'd given the Humvee while attempting to work through a problem to its logical end, silently waiting to see how much he could push before the soldier pushed back.