Chase just grunted quietly, his eyes already closed. He already knew that he would be panicky and though it was good, would likely have a fit the next morning.

For now though...wait, was he supposed to move, he should. Chase shifted slightly, sitting up hazily on the bed and grasping for his boxers. "Wilson," he mumbled. "You..." he nodded to House, to gesture that he should sleep where Chase had been.