*As you go on and on about the struggles of being a med student, Chase begins to tune you out. He likes to hear your voice and he likes the way you use your hands to emphasize your points. Everything you do is so perfect. Chase leans his elbow on the table of the pizza place, his eyes glazed over. You roll your eyes as you talk about the annoying second-year who wouldn't shut up about musculoskeletal before noticing that Chase isn't listening. You point this out with a frown.*
I *am* listening.