Chase just smirked. "Maybe it's well-deserved?" He sobered up though. "I won't joke that...it'll be weird. There's Sam, who's a little unstable, I made him a promise that I'd look out for him. I'm afraid of him doing something...rash," he said, glancing at Jay's wrists.

"There's Sirius and Anna, which you know about...and, well...a lot," he laughed quietly. "And there's still lingering affection there."

Chase took a deep breath, willing himself to keep going, be honest. "John Constantine, though I've been avoiding him. He spoke of being...well, fond. And Cameron apparently, though I just heard, thinks there's bad timing. Apparently, she...yeah."

He brushed his hand lightly on Jay's hip. "Then, last, but never least...Wilson and House. Well, more House than Wilson, I guess. Ever since the thing, there's been this weird tension between us." Wilson was nothing more than a confidant, Chase was firmly affirmed in that. "I just want to help him, though. We'd never do anything, really."

He gave Jay a wary glance, sitting up. "So, hate me yet?"