The silence that comes after those words is thick and awkward but he can't bring himself to break it. "I-" he starts but it cut off by the other's mouth pressing against his own. And he's lost in the sweet smell of something that he never was able to place.
:"Don't," Chase orders and Wilson notes that his accent always was thicker when he begged. "Don't say it if you don't mean it. "
Wilson smiles, "That's the problem though, I /do mean it, more than I've ever meant anything else. I love you."
"Love…you…" Chase gasps as Wilson trails kisses down his neck. Hands come to slide underneath his shirt, pushing it up over the Australian's head as warm hands and a mouth travel over his body. Wilson hasn't met his eyes once that night but for once, it didn't bother him.
He felt those hands tugging at his pants, undoing his belt faster than he thought was ever even possible. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered if he were dreaming, if this whole thing was just one big fantasy.
Then Wilson looked up, dark eyes capturing his own in their intensity. "Love you too."
"Love you," Chase called over his shoulder as Wilson slid passed him, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. That was always the case with him though, wasn't it? He always had to be somewhere and never stayed long enough to explain.
He watched as his words made the oncologist pause in mid-step, turn, then look back. A smile, a genuine smile appeared on his face, something that was much too rare for his liking. "Love you too," he mouthed before turning around once more and disappearing into the chaos of the hospital.
"I love you," Chase's voice is almost inaudible but Wilson can hear the desperation clear as day. "I love you…"
He's silent, words having long ago abandoned him to deal with this mess on his own. The other looks at him, eyes begging for something, anything at all that says that he feels the same. "Just say it," Chase chokes out. "Just say that you love me too."
He leans in, brushing a tender kiss against the other's lips and he realizes that even then, he can taste the longing in the young man. But he can't, he won't do this to him. "I'm sorry," Wilson mouths . "I'm so sorry."