[Chuck lowers his head without resistance, though he adds in a muffled voice.]
It's fine, Mikey... I think it's all dry by now.
[But it's barely muttered, and then he hums contentedly, closing his eyes and just enjoying that particularly tiny moment, and the way Mike's fingers press over the towel and against sore spots on Chuck's skull and neck.]
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It's fine, Mikey... I think it's all dry by now.
[But it's barely muttered, and then he hums contentedly, closing his eyes and just enjoying that particularly tiny moment, and the way Mike's fingers press over the towel and against sore spots on Chuck's skull and neck.]