[As minute as it was, the shifting is enough to get a small whimper out of Chuck, shoulders tensing and muscles shivering for a split second. He closes his eyes and focuses on a particularly long breath and the microscopic speck of dust swimming behind his eyelids.]
Okay. [He nods a little. He's not very sure of this whole situation, but... Mike is. That should be enough. It's just them. Just them.
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Okay. [He nods a little. He's not very sure of this whole situation, but... Mike is. That should be enough. It's just them. Just them.
... it's them.] Okay.