[Chuck follows, laying back down where he'd been before, turned to the side so that he's facing Mike. He combs his hair away from under his cheek, shivering a little at the cold feeling they'd given him just then.
He's not even a little tired yet. But he could swear he felt the tension slip away from his shoulders, run down his arms and leave him, settling somewhere else in the room, in one of the dark corners that never matter whenever him and Mike are together.
He sighs, curling up a little because he's only wearing his boxers and a large t-shirt he took from Mike's drawer at random - he didn't even bother to steal a pair of Mike's socks along with it.]
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He's not even a little tired yet. But he could swear he felt the tension slip away from his shoulders, run down his arms and leave him, settling somewhere else in the room, in one of the dark corners that never matter whenever him and Mike are together.
He sighs, curling up a little because he's only wearing his boxers and a large t-shirt he took from Mike's drawer at random - he didn't even bother to steal a pair of Mike's socks along with it.]