For a second, Chase wondered if the question had come a little too out of nowhere, because he knew he did that sometimes. The way his brain took off could leave people behind more easily than he usually realized, but so far his new friends had seemed to realize that letting the gears turn until he was ready was okay. Kiley did, anyway, as easy to read as she'd told him he was.
Then Chase reached out, his arm protruding from the mass of blankets like some strange, mutant appendage to rub lightly at the shoulder shaped mass behind Lennon's, the corners of his mouth turning up. He'd caught the look on Lennon's face, as close as they were, and didn't know what words would be more reassuring than that touch. Maybe nothing would be, at least nothing he could think of to say. He was impossibly glad though, and he wondered if it was written all over his face as much as Kiley said everything was. Instead, he just nodded tightly, happy down to his toes.
"Still owe you some drawings," he replied with a light laugh, bashfully looking down despite the fact that his bright smile stayed. "For network comments and stuff. I know I promised you more of them. I'll do it too. Promise."