[Mike makes a quick job of putting it on, padding over to Chuck. The shirt is slightly riddled with creases from being thrown onto the floor, but he knows it'll straighten out with time.
Now to straighten something else out first.
He did not do it on purpose - he actually couldn't find his shirt - but he knew that something was up. Knew that Chuck was nervous about seeing him naked. What happened when they woke up really does change things, he found, because as he made his way towards Chuck, his hand itched to brush over the freckles peeking above the back of his collar.
He doesn't do that, though. Instead he's doing something that'll more than likely get his best friend more nervous.]
This is better, right? [He says as he crouches beside him, very quietly, putting the cards on the table gently.]
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Now to straighten something else out first.
He did not do it on purpose - he actually couldn't find his shirt - but he knew that something was up. Knew that Chuck was nervous about seeing him naked. What happened when they woke up really does change things, he found, because as he made his way towards Chuck, his hand itched to brush over the freckles peeking above the back of his collar.
He doesn't do that, though. Instead he's doing something that'll more than likely get his best friend more nervous.]
This is better, right? [He says as he crouches beside him, very quietly, putting the cards on the table gently.]