[That's a knowledge Chuck could have lived without. It makes him flush deeply, thoughts stammering in his brain more than they would if he turned them to words, and he can literally feel his heart swelling in his chest, because Mike didn't just say he had freckles everywhere, he had to use that expression - really distracting freckles everywhere. And Chuck doesn't really like to have so many freckles that go everywhere, but somehow the fact that Mike likes to stare at them (at him) makes it kind of alright.
But mostly he could have gone without the first observation. Because, really, he stared at him? A lot? Since when? For how long? Why didn't he ever notice? He would replay every single quiet moment they had if he could, but mostly, this knowledge wouldn't die down, his self-awareness would kick in at the most random moments now, he knows, and he can already imagine the feeling of Mike's gaze digging into his skin.
He blinks, wide-eyed, before he scuffs, makes a dismissive sound with his lips puckered - it sounds a lot like a pfffffftt -, hopes it drowns the fluster, awkwardness and all that overthinking on his end. He instinctively reaches a hand to shield the skin of his own neck, adding in what probably sounds like a sighed complaint.] I know...
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But mostly he could have gone without the first observation. Because, really, he stared at him? A lot? Since when? For how long? Why didn't he ever notice? He would replay every single quiet moment they had if he could, but mostly, this knowledge wouldn't die down, his self-awareness would kick in at the most random moments now, he knows, and he can already imagine the feeling of Mike's gaze digging into his skin.
He blinks, wide-eyed, before he scuffs, makes a dismissive sound with his lips puckered - it sounds a lot like a pfffffftt -, hopes it drowns the fluster, awkwardness and all that overthinking on his end. He instinctively reaches a hand to shield the skin of his own neck, adding in what probably sounds like a sighed complaint.] I know...