Whatever has made his mentor so particularly incendiary this morning is beyond Chase.
He hasn't registered Cameron's flush, and her smiles in his direction since they arrived together. House, however, has. He doesn't know that the two had only met minutes before, office-bound. A bitter image, dark; - Chase's rumpled slacks, his bitten lip, and Cameron- stings his eyes.
He half-heartedly, internally, tries to decide not to care.
Spinning to face him, he shoots down the younger doctor's diagnoses, and Chase has to look away before he can adjust to the glare; blinking, smoothes the offending pants over his knees.
