Chase laughs when he nearly gets yanked off balance, splaying his free hand out across the sheets to compensate for losing the other elbow's support beneath him. Jack's got that self-destructive streak that's almost as wide as his own, it's not hard to recognize, but something in the way he's not afraid to push Chase around even though he knows what Chase can do to him with barely a thought... it's a little sliver of normalcy. Strange, and almost nice. Just the smallest taste of someone knowing him and not turning around and running.

It'd certainly be the smart thing to do, but yet here he is.

"And yet here I am." Chase wiggles his fingers so that the ring falls more firmly down over the first knuckle (though it rests atop the second), lips parted and watching the lines of Jack's face intently. He wants to see where he can push that will go too far, exactly, but he also doesn't want to face the consequences of finding out. It's too late to stop himself right now, though, "touching."

Jack's face might not give it away, but it doesn't have to, because they all do for him: all of his saps. They keep coming back to him, so they have to be getting something in return, right? That's how it works. Chase is pretty sure.

After a long, drawn out moment, he licks his bottom lip and twists his wrist so that he can reach up with his thumb and slide the ring up off his finger to drop it into his palm. He offers it back, like he always ends up doing somehow with Jack. Giving in, and coming back, even if he doesn't recognize it.

"You're pissy today."