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[dr_robchase]

Chase had made his way back to the treehouse and he'd spent about thirty minutes just staring forward into space, folding sheets and unable to get that...that image out of his head. It wasn't necessarily bad at all, but the problem was that it made things concrete in his head, took the abstract away and filled it with something more.

"Shit," he swore softly aloud, running his hand over his chin and rubbing there before carting his things off and setting them aside as he got out the necessities to sleep on the couch.