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Work, as far as Chase was concerned, was a stopgap towards a better thing to spend your time on. Of course, that was his frame of mind before the island and before work had become the bastion with which to escape to, sanity intact. Work was the place he didn't have to think about his four-point relationship square system and it was a place where he could put on a labcoat and garner a little bit of respect.
And today, there was a really, really nice comfortable chair, all leather and plush and he'd sank down into it, letting out a content exhalation, like a kitten's purr when being pet. It was definitely worth coming into work for.
He was going through Wilson's laptop and idly checking out chart after chart, typing in some updates and wondering if he had to talk to anyone, or if he needed to touch base with anyone or if anyone else had gone missing. He felt almost insulated lately, like he needed to get out. Hopefully, the rugby would change that. A couple of bruises and some new friends. Who was to complain?
But that was play. And right now, it was time for work.
And today, there was a really, really nice comfortable chair, all leather and plush and he'd sank down into it, letting out a content exhalation, like a kitten's purr when being pet. It was definitely worth coming into work for.
He was going through Wilson's laptop and idly checking out chart after chart, typing in some updates and wondering if he had to talk to anyone, or if he needed to touch base with anyone or if anyone else had gone missing. He felt almost insulated lately, like he needed to get out. Hopefully, the rugby would change that. A couple of bruises and some new friends. Who was to complain?
But that was play. And right now, it was time for work.