[And he's making his way to the bathroom, hearing the piping soothe down from the rush of the water after it's closed. He rasps his knuckles on the door, opening it without waiting for an answer - normally he would, but Mike and Chuck have shared the bathroom, the room, the food, the car [everything now], plenty of times, and he figures it's not any different.
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He peeks his head in, grinning.] You decent?