Chris glanced aside, and there was a ghost of a smile before he looked off again, expression falling once more. He sighed, silent for a few moments, not sure where to start. Or whether even to start at all. But, knowing Martin would weasel it out of him one way or another...

"Fl'ttershy has feelin's fer me." Then, as if that wasn't enough of a justification for his mood, "'n ran'off af'er tellin' me."