[Petting Gray is an automatic response, they've got a cat of their own at home, after all. A few minutes and a purring furball nested against his thigh later and perhaps Chase's shoulders have relaxed an infinite amount. The side of his jeans are being worked through by razor sharp claws, but that doesn't seem to matter.]
I wish you wouldn't. [He calls, voice raised to be heard in the next room. It's easier to talk about her. He knows secrets she doesn't know she's told him, and even the remembered awkwardness is comfortable and fond.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
I wish you wouldn't. [He calls, voice raised to be heard in the next room. It's easier to talk about her. He knows secrets she doesn't know she's told him, and even the remembered awkwardness is comfortable and fond.]