[That's not the kind of thing he hears often. In Chase's life there's been the woman who told him she was the last person she could ever love, then changed her mind about whether she ever had. There's been the mentor slash father figure for whom admitting he cares would be grounds for diagnosing a personality disorder. And there's been the real father, the real mother, neither of whom lived up to the term duty of care.
He's not, in fact, used to being told he's worth much of anything.
So there's a small soundless attempt at a reply before he ducks his head and breathes out the assurance that she doesn't need to worry about him. He doesn't deserve it.
Instead he takes a minute, fingers drumming a quiet beat where they're curled against his ribs, and then says.]
Xmas:
He's not, in fact, used to being told he's worth much of anything.
So there's a small soundless attempt at a reply before he ducks his head and breathes out the assurance that she doesn't need to worry about him. He doesn't deserve it.
Instead he takes a minute, fingers drumming a quiet beat where they're curled against his ribs, and then says.]
It was a nun thing.