[He lets him, relaxed, happy and oh so very comfortable. Letting his hand rest on the spot between their pillows, he sighs deeply, raises his head to turn and watch the bobblehead, which had stopped bobbing. He smiles as he rests back down, facing Chuck again.] Guess Mutt's already asleep.
[He doesn't really want to sleep though. He should, but he's still inwardly thrumming, like a car on hold.]
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[He doesn't really want to sleep though. He should, but he's still inwardly thrumming, like a car on hold.]