There was a wry smirk. "You tend to forget caring about your cock when you're keeling over because you can't breathe. Nearly dropping dead at your bachelor party for licking strawberry body butter off a stripper is not a good look," Chase said with a shake of his head. A lot of old water under a very large bridge on that whole thing. It was ancient history, and of course, House's fault for hiring the strippers. What a way to go, though.

"You could say that. I did lose my virginity to a 45 year old married secretary when I was 15 to piss my father off and have blackmail material. But I also have three medical specialties and an epic fuck ton of life experience, so yeah, I think I'm little more advanced, but I wouldn't take it personally. I'm weathered, cynical, and judgemental. Those are the down sides of too much experience too quickly. Things you can't turn the clock back on and have no choice but to deal or lose everything," he said with a small shrug. He still wasn't sure what it was Connor had done, but he was assuming something serious that possibly involved a death. Had he witnessed it? That would certainly make sense about his emotional state. Without even thinking about it, Chase wrapped his arm around Connor's waist to hold him up while he sorted through his keys for the ones to the apartment.