[Chuck lies back, his eyes wrinkled shut, and even though he tenses slightly, he still grins, feeling his hairs rest over the pillow, to both sides of his head. This is good, he knows it's one of the very few times Chuck truly gets to relax, to let everything else go, his brain discarding unimportant information, storing it in a box until the next crisis emerges and he has to dig through it all again, worry himself to exhaustion, until his nerve endings are numb and restless.
He tilts his head just a little, so that he can feel his own nose brushing, first, then pressing against Mike's cheek, and he breathes out any tension he had accumulated in his shoulders for that brief moment just then.] 'night, Mikey.
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He tilts his head just a little, so that he can feel his own nose brushing, first, then pressing against Mike's cheek, and he breathes out any tension he had accumulated in his shoulders for that brief moment just then.] 'night, Mikey.