It's probably not the appropriate place to discuss this. Maybe it puts Chase at risk in ways that he's not prepared for; he doesn't want to lose his job, doesn't want to lose this pointless anchor that holds him to some semblance of his former life. He doesn't want to lose the opportunity to help people who are severely in need, who otherwise might lose hope, because the importance of that will never be removed no matter the context.
Losing his job would mean a loss of some tremulous form of identity.
He's not ready for that just yet.
Still, he leans forward, eyes flashing with anger, however well his tight expression holds it back.
"You wouldn't have had to go to jail, you wouldn't have needed to communicate through postcards. We knew each other for an entire decade; you put me through the ringer just so that we could handle things like this, and you're telling me that you didn't let me in because you thought it'd keep you from Wilson?" Chase leans back, jaw set. "Doesn't matter, though. I'm sure I'll get over it."
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Date: 2013-02-11 07:21 pm (UTC)Losing his job would mean a loss of some tremulous form of identity.
He's not ready for that just yet.
Still, he leans forward, eyes flashing with anger, however well his tight expression holds it back.
"You wouldn't have had to go to jail, you wouldn't have needed to communicate through postcards. We knew each other for an entire decade; you put me through the ringer just so that we could handle things like this, and you're telling me that you didn't let me in because you thought it'd keep you from Wilson?" Chase leans back, jaw set. "Doesn't matter, though. I'm sure I'll get over it."
He picks up another fry, chewing thoughtfully.