[Jerking his waist a little to help Chuck out, he smooths out his hair in a silent thankful gesture. Mike still thinks about that idea, but he ends up shaking his head.] We can just get the blanket. Sheets are going to the wash anyway...
[He looks up, though, tilting his head to look at... the foot of the bed. He grins, talk about a tussle.] Unless you want a pillow.
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[He looks up, though, tilting his head to look at... the foot of the bed. He grins, talk about a tussle.] Unless you want a pillow.