[Chuck breathes in sharply, almost forced to lock sights with Mike when he speaks. Obviously, it causes him to turn a deeper shade of pink, and obviously, it pulls that insistent knot up to rest again on his throat. He thinks he knows what it is now, the way it keeps on pulsing rapidly behind his teeth and against his brain - it can only be his own heart threatening to jump right out of his mouth.

He shakes his head awkwardly, moving his hand from Mike's hip to close around his wrist.] No! No, I wasn't trying to explain it, Mikey, I was here so I know it was good. It was... [He takes a break, bites his lip, forcing any embarrassment down with a small smile.] ...very good.

[His thumb strokes the inside of Mike's wrist absentmindedly, and he shrugs.] I was just saying.