[For Will Parry]

Chase had been on his way to do some studying, but when he realized that the Doctor was still asleep, he'd amended his plans to make something quick to leave in the Treehouse before he left for the day. He knew that he joked a lot about not being able to cook, but the truth was that he preferred admitting that.

He didn't like remembering why he knew how to cook. It was just dark memories of lonely dinners and meals delivered to a bedroom that smelled of vodka and gin.

Even so, he didn't mind making something when it was for someone he loved. Except, when he got to the kitchen, there was already a young boy cooking something. Chase sized him up quietly, just noting to himself everything (from the expression to the missing fingers) and leaned against the nearest wall with his hip. "Can I share some space?" he asked, pitching his tone with warmth.

He just liked kids, really. Easier to get along with.