Chase scoffed before he could help it, his shoulders tensing again. "Yeah, especially when they do something fucking stupid like letting a violent asshole walk around." He let his hands drift down so he could squeeze her lightly, sighing. "Anyway, fuck that. Like I said on the network, it's not up to anyone else to decide who gets to use what they won for what. I mean, asking at least shows that you're considering other people's opinions, which is cool, but you don't have to. It's your prize."
He leaned his chin on her shoulder, staring without seeing at the wall behind them. "I haven't even though of a prize yet. I don't know what's left."