[Chuck draws his arms closer to himself. He has no idea what to say to that, or even what to think of that. He bites the inside of his cheek nervously, hands resting on his own neck in a protective manner.]
But... [He dares a glance at Mike, but can't keep it up for long. He focuses on the collar of Mike's shirt instead.] It's a little weird, right? I mean... I'm... we're just-- this isn't... uh.
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But... [He dares a glance at Mike, but can't keep it up for long. He focuses on the collar of Mike's shirt instead.] It's a little weird, right? I mean... I'm... we're just-- this isn't... uh.
[Wow Chuck what are words.]