"No, I don't really know what your, uh...." Chase wished he could disappear into his sandwich as he picked it up, opening the top piece of bread to look at the ingredients for no other reason than he wanted to buy himself some time. He didn't really know what his fantasy was, and he didn't know, if anything, the wrong answer might be. He was interested in guys, that hadn't been much of a secret in their little group, and he'd always wonder what it might be like to be with one, but he wanted Kiley. He wasn't certain how those two things would or could fit, and just thinking about it made him feel...wrong. And Lennon was his friend. The implications of doing more didn't sit right with him. Though, David had always been his friend too, and that never stopped him.
"I...don't really want to talk about this anymore," he said finally, unable to hide his growing discomfort. Normally he didn't really mind getting poked and prodded by her, but right now he really didn't know what either of them would find in the dissection.