[A quick peck on his nose even as Chuck pulls back, and Mike grins, eyes closing, feeling a little like a kid and yet utterly not. He knows they're going to wake up stinky and sticky and lazy and with some nerves teasing at the edge of their skins, but he'll make sure those will be subdued the moment he feels them going at it. Because if they can reach this kind of environment together even for a few moments, in the midst of all the chaos, then he'll do his very so they can seize it. Chuck deserves it, if anything.]
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Good night, Chuckles.