Chase stood and hooked the IV bag off the rail of Alex's curtains of the window just beside his bed. He unwound the tube and took out his tourniquet to clip around Alex's bicep. "Make a fist for me," he directed and took Alex's hand to tap the back of it, trying to find the best vein for the IV line. "Are you looking for a safe relationship then? Or are you looking for someone who completes you rather than fits you? See, Allison fit me. We worked together, we were good friends before that, we got along, we laughed... but we never completed each other. We were never going to either."

"Rob," he corrected quietly with a faint smile. "So, you wasted a poignant part of your life hiding from living in the moment, without the structure, without the reigns. I wasted part of mine trying to avoid complicated, and all it got me was heartache and loneliness. I'm not saying anything would be easy, but can you look at me and honestly tell me that the other night was just sex, end of story? Because I haven't been able to stop wondering since it happened if maybe what I was looking for was right under my nose the whole time."