[He steps closer to his friend, smiles and slipping into Chuck's personal space as easily as ever. His hands are still in his pockets, because he can capture the scent of his shirt's conditioner, except when he draws one to hold onto Chuck's wrist, turned up, waiting for him to draw a hologram with the time - he just remembered they hadn't checked since they woke up.]
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Pick you up later? Around... 3?