[Mike's touch had either of two effects on him: usually it made him nervous, pulled at his strings and made him titter and whine, hands pressing and fingers curling around shoulders, a loud "trust me" hanging heavy in the space between them, and the worst part is Chuck did - though to be fair so far Mike'd lived up to it, so it's only normal that Chuck would do so, time and again, no thought to it, and immediate regret afterwards, culminating in a refreshing feeling of relief once his feet landed safely on the ground.
Other times, Chuck found it relaxing. When he was too tired, or too stressed, whenever he found himself thinking too much about too many things at once, the warmth always made him step away from all of it, if only for moments. Like now, when he smiles, leans closer, closes his eyes and lets himself melt into it.]
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Other times, Chuck found it relaxing. When he was too tired, or too stressed, whenever he found himself thinking too much about too many things at once, the warmth always made him step away from all of it, if only for moments. Like now, when he smiles, leans closer, closes his eyes and lets himself melt into it.]