He does lack a date, having managed to ditch the girl he didn't know he was supposed to still be dating and piss her off all completely by accident. Even if he hadn't, he'd be working. Even if he wasn't, dating Angela has been written off as one of the stupider ideas in his ever expanding back catalogue. If they could speak without arguing lately that might have been a harder conclusion to come to, but since she got back all he can remember is that she left. He chanced his hand, and the gamble didn't pay off. Doing the same thing again would be more than foolhardy.

Everything's got to be difficult. Lately he's unsure what he'd do with something that didn't fall apart when he touched it, but the wish for something to hold steady doesn't fade so fast.

"Tell who what?" Chase looks between Cameron and their sleeping colleague-cum-patient, confused for a minute over who he's supposed to be talking to. At that back of his mind a little voice calls bullshit, he knows who, and yes he told, but there's always the hope that his guess and her question might not correspond. "I don't know what I'm supposed to have told."