Chase grinned at her. "Aww! Look at you all sleepy town!" he said. "You're adorable! I'm talking out loud, huh? I'll stop that!" he said brightly, totally amused with her state of dress and sleepy eyes. He did come inside though, happy she was in and he didn't have to feel like a big weirdo, going to look for her. "I'm good! Or, I guess, I'm bored! Really, really bored. Like, bored enough to start having thoughts like 'Hey, what would happen if I dropped a passion bomb in the elevator, and sat back to watch the chaos?', and I know that's never a good sign," he told her.
He came into the room, and flopped onto her bed crossways, patting his stomach. "You look like you were in the middle of sleepytimes. I'm told I make a really awesome pillow," he told her. And, weirdly enough, even if he was completely enamored with Nessie, he didn't have ulterior motives. He'd mentioned to someone on the net that he was mayor of the friend zone, and he was. He just wasn't one of those dicks who got mad about being in the friend zone. He'd always gotten along better with girls than guys, and was happy with his time with the ladies, even if no one gave him a second glance.