Chase hates to imagine Ben sitting alone out there in a desert, his charge far away and hiding away from some evil dictator family-member. He slides his fingers over Ben's neck and strokes lightly, a frown on his lips. "I don't like thinking of you so lonely out there," he mumbles, trying not to be overheard. "I mean, I know I can't move here full time either, but I'd spend more time here."