[It's a break from the tapping at least. Chase grabs his own chair and pulls it across to face Stiles. Sitting, he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

It's dangerous for him to admit knowing this, and not for any of the reasons Stiles might guess.]

I'm not about to publicise the fact. I'm only talking to you about it now because every time I see you you look more and more ready to explode.