Chase was moving again, but this time it was to turn off the flow of water, because that at least felt like something he could do that would provide the results he wanted. He wasn't really sure if the new level of quiet helped or hurt his own train of thought, but pacing sure as hell wasn't doing any good.
The movement brought him back to his bed, and he swiped his phone up on the way back, typing out a quick message before turning and throwing the device against the wall. It shattered, scattering bits and pieces into the water. Chase practically dove for the board, cracking it in half and ignoring the bite of pain as the edge pressed into his palm.
"Stay up there," he told Noah as he slid one half of the card into the waistband of his boxers, under the fabric of the tank, and held the other in his hand.