Chase heaves a heavy sigh, lifting his hands for a moment to drop his food, his marginal attempt at the dramatic, at venting his frustration, before he slumps back in his chair with defeat. The thing is, he's not lying, not as far as he's been made to believe his input matters — not at all. If House didn't care to bring him into the matter, then that indeed makes this none of Chase's business. They're only colleagues, and this choice wasn't one about work, wasn't one about that environment, but instead a more intimate and personal part of House's life that Chase doesn't believe he'll ever be fully privy to.

So he lets his jaw work for a second before he shakes his head, raising his chin a touch.

"Where are you staying these days?"