"You're not a wimp for not wanting to go in," Chase frowned, shaking his head. He took a step closer to her and shifting so that his back was taking the brunt of the wind as it kicked up a bit around them, tossing loose snow around their legs. "And you don't have to be hurt or anything for it to be shitty enough to matter. I wouldn't want to go in either."
He tilted his head toward the familiar door, but didn't take his eyes off of her. "And They probably didn't even bother to move anything back from last time, so I just need to poke my head in. Then we'll check in with Oliver and go somewhere else. And...you know, we don't have to come back here, right? It's okay for it to be a shitty place that we just don't hang around anymore. We'll leave the old stuff here and make some place new. And the next time there's a search, we'll pick somewhere else. All that's okay."