Meanwhile, Marshall was inside the apartment with Carla, as Jake had went out and got some supplies Chase didn't have and Carla would have wanted.

"So, tell me Marshall. Where have you been? I mean, besides being homeless." She said, giving the teen a one-eye stare. Marshall blinked, looked at her, before glancing back at the TV show he was watching. He always been a terrible liar, and Marshall was pretty sure Carla would have grilled him until he came out with the truth about his origins.

"I...I haven't been anywhere much. Ever since I was kicked out, I have been living on the streets, just trying to get by." He said. Carla hummed, going back to the dishes, before glancing back at the boy.

"Would you mind telling me why were you kicked out in the first place? That is, if you want to. I don't mean to pry." Carla said, smiling sweetly. Marshall cleared his throat before glancing at Carla.

"It's fine. I was kicked out because...I've done something I shouldn't have." It was only part-truth, Marshall thought. The other have was because Marshall failed to be the person his parents were trying to create, even with his nymph heritage. Carla sucked her teeth, before nibbling on the bottom of her lip.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." She said. Marshall just nodded and gave her a smile to show her that he was okay. For the rest of the day, Marshall spent a good amount of it watching TV before he got bored enough to read a book. Interestingly enough, the book he pulled out was a book made for police training and how to understand the codes made for police. Carla couldn't help but find this amusing, as she was pretty sure the book had a long list - a very long list - of police's Do's and Don'ts and really, the only person Carla knew who would read the little tablet thoroughly was Chase.

Marshall was so into the book that about time Chase got home, he didn't even see him.

"Interested in police business, I see." Chase said, startling the boy. Marshall nearly jumped out of his skin, blinking, before a light blush came across his face as he put the book down.

"O-oh. Yeah, it seems stressful to become a police officer." Marshall said, looking down at the black handbook in his hands. Chase smiled sadly.

"It is, but, honestly? It's the best damn job for me. I enjoy it." He said, shrugging his shoulders. Marshall stared at him for a long time. Feeling the weight of the stare, Chase began to shift nervously, looking everywhere but in front of him. "So, huh, ever thought about joining? Since you're interested?"

Marshall bit his lip.

"Uh, no thanks. I was just...reading the book. There are a lot of codes and sayings in here." Marshall said, once again, eyeing the book. Chase just smiled before sitting down next to Marshall.

"Well, of course there are, it comes with the job. Not to mention, it helps with learning how to communicate." Chase snickered. Marshall felt himself blush a little before glancing at the TV.

"Are...are you going out again?" Marshall asked. Chase blinked, confused.

"I...I guess so. Why? Are you going out again too?" Chase asked. Marshall bit his lip.

"Maybe. I just wanted to let you know that I might be out tonight." He said. Chase wanted to question, to ask him why was going out around the same time he was, and where was he going, and why couldn't he just tell Chase the truth.

But, he knew better.

That was police inside him talking - he was prying, questioning, interrogating him, and that was something Chase didn't want. Sometimes, it was hard not to be the policeman he was when he was around strangers, because he's been in the service for so long, but Chase knew that if he did that, chances are, Marshall would feel uncomfortable and wouldn't trust him. It's bad enough he couldn't himself in bed with the kid.

Speaking of...

"Hey, I just remembered! I got you something." Chase said, but before Marshall could have asked what it was, Chase got up and headed towards the door where Marshall's gift was. Gift? I think you mean giftS. Marshall thought, watching Chase struggle with the bags he was carrying. "Ta-da! Your own wardrobe! I went out and got you some clothes, since you didn't have any."

And, the less risk of Chase trying to dry hump the poor boy in his sleep. If that fails, there's always the couch he could sleep on.

"Y-you didn't have to.." Marshall said.

"Yeah, I kind of did. All my clothes are too big on you, and well, you had nothing. It's the least I can do." Chase said, shrugging his shoulders with a smile on his face. Marshall couldn't help but look into the bag and smiled at all the clothing Chase brought him.

"How did you get my size?" Marshall asked. Chase stilled, a light blush coming across his face.

"I, er, um, looked at the tag of your shirt before I'd left for work." Chase coughed, the blush becoming even brighter. If it were anyone else, they probably would have thought Chase was a creep for peeping at his clothing, but Marshall didn't feel that way. Then again, Marshall has been feeling something other than friendship towards Chase, since the beginning.

"Thanks Chase, it's very sweet of you." Marshall said, grabbing his bags and ran towards their shared bedroom. Chase tried not to stare at his legs while doing so.