At her grabbing his shirt, he let out a small grunt. Her touch had caused his feet to go out from under him, causing him to get pulled to her rather effortlessly. "Hehe. You always were the more athletic of us, Rose." He gave her a smile and sat against her, breathing a bit heavily. He had always been a sickly boy, but he would never admit it. "Just.... Let me catch my breath." He closed his eyes and let his head rest on her shoulder.
Ever since they were young, it was apparent that Rose had everything. Beauty, brains, and athletic ability, with a natural charm no one could resist. Chris, on the other hand, had an incredible intellect, a sly grin that some found charming, but a frail constitution, making him prone to illness. His sister had been there to stay with him during his bouts of sickness, helping him get better. Because of this, Chris had a love for his sister that had ended up scaring off many men from Rosaline.