Chase just smiled at her when she looked at him, a sort of soft, sweet expression. He liked spending his time with Nessie. He genuinely liked her as a person, besides the raging crush he had on her. He could separate the two out pretty well even if sometimes he still got a little bit lost in her eyes, and was reminded just how gorgeous she really was.
Her laugh only served to deepen those feelings of happy contentment there with her. "Yeah maybe just that," he agreed, cheeks going red. Of course there were also times where she said things like that, and he was reminded that he had a crush and that she probably saw him as about as sexually viable as a ken doll to her.
He got thoughtful for a second at her last thought, though. "Honestly? It's weirdly beautiful," he told her. "I mean, it's really strange and hot and crazy and exhilarating and everything too? But somewhere in there, if you look past the sexy times of it all, past the total chaos of people ripping their own and other people's clothes off, choosing one person, or several to touch because they need to, there's this beautiful center there. Where you can look, and just see...people, animals that we are, casting off inhibition, issues, seeing straight past all their own bullshit, leaving pure desire, and they're feeding it, instead of running away or deflecting or twisting it all around. There's beauty in seeing people really, truly let go." Occasionally, Chase could get downright poetic.