Chase nods, his soft blue eyes looking up at House, something curious, almost analytical in the look. It's like he's trying to solve a puzzle, find an answer, put together something he doesn't quite understand. There's something in that look, a weight to the gaze, sad and confused and heated all at the same time. The quiet is odd, but Chase doesn't know how else to handle just how much he's feeling, all at once, he feels weighed down, mired in it.

At the question he flushes a little shifts awkwardly, his fingers fidgeting as he looks at House through his blond lashes. "You can come in," he says after a moment, as if that was still a topic under contention, even though they both know better than that. They both know that Chase wants him here, and maybe that's part of why this is so hard for him to deal with. He doesn't know what to say, not really. He's hurting, but at the same time, he wants House, and there's that voice that is only too quick to point out that now that Brett broke up with him, there's not much reason not to do anything.

Part of him wants to repeat that kiss and that invitation just to at least know what happens. He's conflicted, maybe more than anything else at the moment.