[Grounded...maybe. He kept Caleb grounded and Caleb kept him focused, kept him looking forward in a way he knows he can lose sometimes when he's stuck in his own head. That's...well, he's sure the term 'deal' would be frowned upon, but it's easier for him to wrap his head around it. What they can do for each other: be there for each other, it didn't need this doubt or turmoil. It didn't need a title between them...but Chris wants it. Selfishly, of all the titles he bore, even if they weren't the most important, 'boyfriend' or 'lover' were some of his favorites.

He lets Caleb's hand go so he can wrap his hand behind the other man's neck, his thumb brushing along the base of his skull.]

Alright. I believe you. I might not understand it full, but I believe you.

[He leans in to press their foreheads together as green eyes close.]

Just...promise me you'll tell me if I fuck something up somewhere, yeah? The telling off for being stupid's not a right all my own, you're plenty welcome to return it.