#chase.

"no, no. baby, you're not listening to me. xavier is going to kick my ass unless i get out there and do better tonight. i've got to focus." he's pacing around the small bedroom. sure was hard to focus on working out when bibi is laid out on his bed. honestly, he was just happy to have her home. would much rather be spending his time laid up with her while he could but he couldn't and wouldn't miss a game. "so, stop teasing me!" she wasn't. or maybe she was. chase was still learning the in and outs of his girl and her tricky ways.

"Seriously though," he insisted after a beat. Beating around the bush was probably preferred in this scenario, but he wasn't the subtle kind. He was far more subtle than his friends and co-workers but he just couldn't right now. "Are you alright? I do have food or coffee or hot chocolate back at home. Maybe you could use a little break?" from the house, from the thoughts, from the asshole that he very much wanted to grab with a baseball bat.

" you want to be prepared… right. " nods as if the concept is foreign to him. probably because his approach to the lights and cameras includes something along the lines of winging it. " let's see, " eyes rake over her, squinting while he assesses. notes her dress, the way it's hugging all the right places and suddenly he's distracted. " you seem like a dinner person. " responds after a brief pause, " simple, y'know? " and if she takes offense to that, he'll apologize later. " maybe italian. or are you one of those girls who only does salads? "

"Hey man. What."