"I just don't think I was her husband type," Chase admitted honestly. There was an air of banter through the pain and confusion of the whole situation. He was just focusing on keeping Connor on his feet long enough to get him inside out of the cold and his feet working effectively enough to not let him trip and hurt himself. The autopilot drive over here was worrying too, though Chase knew very well how easy it was do things without thinking about them when your brain hit a wall and couldn't think anymore. He knew that was what was happening here. Connor was on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown, if not already had one, and this was the aftermath.

He got him inside safely and elbowed the door shut to cut off the chilled breeze that had picked up as a starter to the bad weather setting in. He had barely locked the door and tossed his keys on the small table before Connor was breaking down completely. "Hey, it's okay. Come one, come sit down so you're off your feet," he coaxed softly and led Connor into the room directly on the left where a large, comfortable sofa was. Once they were seated, Chase pulled the throw rug from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around Connor to keep him warm because he was still showing signs of shock. "You're safe here, alright? I've got your back. I'm not going to tell anyone anything you tell me."