[He breathes in and the motion makes his chest rise - or drop, considering his position - following Chuck's hand. He can feel calluses on his skin, barely there but there nonetheless, and the motion of his lungs falls shorter than he intended, hitching at the end, exhaling deep right afterwards.
He lets his thumb brush his wrist once, tells him it's alright, even if his eyes are curiously observing all the little nuances in expression running across Chuck's face, even as he drops his hand back onto Chuck's chest. He's intently leaving it several centimeters lower, right at the beginning of his stomach, fingertips touching at his ribs. Right now, he's so curious about all of this, about this new proximity they've somehow broke into without knowing where they were going anyway. And it's so new to him and to Chuck that he finds himself wanting to know everything that they can draw out from this new stage, from each other.
Whatever that means. At the surface of his mind, Mike's only thinking he wants to watch and feel Chuck a little more.]
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He lets his thumb brush his wrist once, tells him it's alright, even if his eyes are curiously observing all the little nuances in expression running across Chuck's face, even as he drops his hand back onto Chuck's chest. He's intently leaving it several centimeters lower, right at the beginning of his stomach, fingertips touching at his ribs. Right now, he's so curious about all of this, about this new proximity they've somehow broke into without knowing where they were going anyway. And it's so new to him and to Chuck that he finds himself wanting to know everything that they can draw out from this new stage, from each other.
Whatever that means. At the surface of his mind, Mike's only thinking he wants to watch and feel Chuck a little more.]