[The stroke of Chuck's thumb on his wrist makes him stop, and suddenly Mike feels a little silly. He grins, laughs a little, at himself, at the situation and how they are handling it, and how Chuck seems alright with it, too.
He tugs Chuck close, wrapping his arms - hand that's a mess away from his body but the rest of his arm pushing him towards him - around him, and nuzzling his ear. If it tickles, it tickles. It was tickling that got them here in the first place. He sighs through a smile, content.]
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He tugs Chuck close, wrapping his arms - hand that's a mess away from his body but the rest of his arm pushing him towards him - around him, and nuzzling his ear. If it tickles, it tickles. It was tickling that got them here in the first place. He sighs through a smile, content.]