[Most of the time Chase has learned to be grateful for the ticking. It's intrusive percussion can be more welcome than his own repetitive thoughts. Now her company keeps it from being too quiet.
He takes up the old position on the couch, an upright sprawl, leaving room for her by some old, optimistic habit.]
hold my hand, ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
He takes up the old position on the couch, an upright sprawl, leaving room for her by some old, optimistic habit.]
Just... ten minutes.