Yeah, Mike had already understood that it wasn't a tool, why--
...wait, anything?
Click.
Oh.
He's... suddenly very undecided about what to do. He freezes for a second, eyes trained onto the back of Chuck's hands, and for once in his lifetime he's...
unsure of what to do.
He wants to draw his hands away, wants to pry Chuck's from his face and say that it's alright, it's a perfectly natural reaction because it's morning and they've been both in very close proximity while they slept, and that nerve endings don't fall asleep even if your brain shuts most of them down when it dozes off.
He feels like he's burning, himself, because he's obviously in contact with a part of Chuck that he hadn't even thought about and felt a little guilty and a lot invasive. But... he also wants to Chuck to not fall into a panic like that. It just didn't feel right.
Plus, it opened a door to... something that Mike was suddenly very curious about.
It also opened into a room that was framed by a lot of questions, but those... those really don't matter much at the moment.
Because he was suddenly very aware of every rib that his fingers were resting on, and the uprising heat coming from underneath Chuck's thin shirt.
He opens his mouth - a little more, since it had been open while he realized what was really happened - closes it.]
Yeah... well... about that.
[He chews at his lower lip, then upper. His voice is as low as Chuck's.]
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Two.
Yeah, Mike had already understood that it wasn't a tool, why--
...wait, anything?
Click.
Oh.
He's... suddenly very undecided about what to do. He freezes for a second, eyes trained onto the back of Chuck's hands, and for once in his lifetime he's...
unsure of what to do.
He wants to draw his hands away, wants to pry Chuck's from his face and say that it's alright, it's a perfectly natural reaction because it's morning and they've been both in very close proximity while they slept, and that nerve endings don't fall asleep even if your brain shuts most of them down when it dozes off.
He feels like he's burning, himself, because he's obviously in contact with a part of Chuck that he hadn't even thought about and felt a little guilty and a lot invasive. But... he also wants to Chuck to not fall into a panic like that. It just didn't feel right.
Plus, it opened a door to... something that Mike was suddenly very curious about.
It also opened into a room that was framed by a lot of questions, but those... those really don't matter much at the moment.
Because he was suddenly very aware of every rib that his fingers were resting on, and the uprising heat coming from underneath Chuck's thin shirt.
He opens his mouth - a little more, since it had been open while he realized what was really happened - closes it.]
Yeah... well... about that.
[He chews at his lower lip, then upper. His voice is as low as Chuck's.]
Offer still stands...?