All things die. All things end.
Chase was sitting outside of the compound with the ring in his palm, staring down at it. He'd had another nightmare the previous night and after the thing with House, he figured it was his guilt absolutely seeping in.
As it stood, he just sat there, twirling the ring, staring at the gold band.
He had to tell Jay about House, that was a definite. But he also had to tell him about the trepidation and the anxiety about the engagement and how the commitment was choking him in. He loved Jay, loved him to the point where he did stupid things. But marriage? Chase didn't think he could do marriage with anyone, not even the man he truly was head over heels for.
[NOTE: Please feel free to tag him post-Jay, but he will treat it as though the events with Jay have already happened and will be reflectively depressed]
As it stood, he just sat there, twirling the ring, staring at the gold band.
He had to tell Jay about House, that was a definite. But he also had to tell him about the trepidation and the anxiety about the engagement and how the commitment was choking him in. He loved Jay, loved him to the point where he did stupid things. But marriage? Chase didn't think he could do marriage with anyone, not even the man he truly was head over heels for.
[NOTE: Please feel free to tag him post-Jay, but he will treat it as though the events with Jay have already happened and will be reflectively depressed]