Chase does as he's told, and aside for the energy around him, how he moves, how he holds himself, it's not really too much different. It's like rewinding a few years, back before House fired him and he took the job in surgery. The door shuts behind him, and there's a finality to that, too. But he knew that already. He doesn't want to back out of this.
There's a stillness, a soft chill to House's apartment. No lights, that layer of dust that gives it an almost solemn air, like a church in the middle of the day. Chase stands still and he watches House. He watches him as pulls out a box, and then another. There's a soft smile as he pulls out some candles, lighting them. It gives the place a warm, almost gentle kind of feeling as the candlelight glints off the disturbed dust.
It takes Chase a moment, because for that stretch of time he's still staring at the coiled lengths of rope. Chase has always been good with details, and he can recognize rope, which probably says something about him, but it's nothing they don't both know by this point. It's jute rope. His blue-eyed gaze slips to House, and his look is curiosity that's trying to hide eager excitement, wanton desire.
"Of course you're into Shibari," he comments as he smiles. He puts the bag on the bed and then he starts to shrug out of his clothes, leather jacket, his tie, his shirt, pants, and so on. There's no self-consciousness in it. He holds himself like someone that's been put on display before; it's probably not his first time in ropes.
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There's a stillness, a soft chill to House's apartment. No lights, that layer of dust that gives it an almost solemn air, like a church in the middle of the day. Chase stands still and he watches House. He watches him as pulls out a box, and then another. There's a soft smile as he pulls out some candles, lighting them. It gives the place a warm, almost gentle kind of feeling as the candlelight glints off the disturbed dust.
It takes Chase a moment, because for that stretch of time he's still staring at the coiled lengths of rope. Chase has always been good with details, and he can recognize rope, which probably says something about him, but it's nothing they don't both know by this point. It's jute rope. His blue-eyed gaze slips to House, and his look is curiosity that's trying to hide eager excitement, wanton desire.
"Of course you're into Shibari," he comments as he smiles. He puts the bag on the bed and then he starts to shrug out of his clothes, leather jacket, his tie, his shirt, pants, and so on. There's no self-consciousness in it. He holds himself like someone that's been put on display before; it's probably not his first time in ropes.