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[No.]

I've put out feelers. Is that a yes, so long as she's up for it?

[He thinks she will be, if he can broach the subject without it seeming like he's trying to be rid of her. He's sent Eden on Cameron-related reconnaissance missions before, the times he's wanted to get through to her but known he'd be the last person she'd open the door for. And she works for House. That makes her at the very least a comrade-in-arms.]

I'm willing to give it a try.

[She's not against having a roommate on principle, and it's not as though Eden has nothing to gain. They could both use the company, the space; and certainly given past events Cameron doesn't mind the idea of keeping an eye on her.]

[They can both think they're helping each other. The cards aren't so hard to play when Chase has both their aces. He nods, grips the table like he's on his way to get up.]

Then I'll run it by her, let you know. I should... really be getting back now.

[She can see it as helping Eden and doing Chase a favor, laying an old argument to rest. She leans back as he leans in to stand, nodding; honestly it's a bit of a relief. She won't avoid him, but right now, she'd like to.]

Sure. I'll... talk to you.

[She pauses, as though she's going to say something more, and doesn't.]

[And he hesitates, waiting for whatever fails to come. He's still got that headache, and a list of people to avoid, or avoid apologising too. Still got an apartment he's not really going to clear yet, and a dog to walk and feed. He looks over her head, where the clock on the wall confirms that he's going to be a couple of minutes late to sign back in, and sighs.

With a nod, he takes the second half of his sandwich for the road.]

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