[His eyes don't open when Chuck retreats - they were already open in the first place - but they widen at the motion, thinking that perhaps, out of the certainty he had been holding since he left the room, he was straying into unwanted grounds.
He listens to Chuck's breath and the motion of his throat constricting to swallow as if he were trying to figure out a loose piece rattling inside an engine. He watches his eyes darting towards the door. It's okay, Chuck, I heard them heading to the garage, he wants to say, but he's cut off way before he could breathe in to utter a word.
He relaxes at the touch, at the press of Chuck's lips fitting against his own, moves them to nibble lightly at the remainder of chocolate there, finally closing his eyes.]
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He listens to Chuck's breath and the motion of his throat constricting to swallow as if he were trying to figure out a loose piece rattling inside an engine. He watches his eyes darting towards the door. It's okay, Chuck, I heard them heading to the garage, he wants to say, but he's cut off way before he could breathe in to utter a word.
He relaxes at the touch, at the press of Chuck's lips fitting against his own, moves them to nibble lightly at the remainder of chocolate there, finally closing his eyes.]