[He worries. That's the familiar feeling biting at the hollow of his chest when he looks around at the empty room. Those feelings, sharp and gnawing, stayed with him and come back fresh. Chase turns his head to look up at her with eyes that threaten to stay closed on every blink and wonders if she's keeping her distance on purpose, the way he's pushed her into doing at home.]
I'll still call. [He sounds young, but tired, hopelessly hopeful] Every curse.
[She shouldn't worry he'll ever not be there for her. Not until it becomes the better option that he stay away.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
I'll still call. [He sounds young, but tired, hopelessly hopeful] Every curse.
[She shouldn't worry he'll ever not be there for her. Not until it becomes the better option that he stay away.]