[His name is enough to wake him up. He can endure sounds and abstract noise but his name was something that always brought him back to surface, no matter how soft it's uttered.
He opens his eyes to find a lean back flaring into wide shoulders and himself surrounded with the warmth of the bed and Chuck's scent.
Well.
That feels like home.
He stretches, poking his head under the covers and setting his back against the wall again - oh. cold.]
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He opens his eyes to find a lean back flaring into wide shoulders and himself surrounded with the warmth of the bed and Chuck's scent.
Well.
That feels like home.
He stretches, poking his head under the covers and setting his back against the wall again - oh. cold.]
Hey, Chuckles.