[So, never mind the pancake. He's having a hard time finding where his plate is at the moment, but he eventually does, setting down the fork so he can free his other hand. He moves it so that it's resting on the other side of Mike's face, fingers lightly tracing under the short bangs.
He figures he really didn't need to smell Mike's towel; one deep, quiet breath, and he can take in the fresh scent of the water mingled with a faint trace of the soap - and he could tell they were running low because Mike's very own smell wrapped nicely around everything else, all too present, filling Chuck's thoughts and leaving no room for fear, insecurities... or anything, really.
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He figures he really didn't need to smell Mike's towel; one deep, quiet breath, and he can take in the fresh scent of the water mingled with a faint trace of the soap - and he could tell they were running low because Mike's very own smell wrapped nicely around everything else, all too present, filling Chuck's thoughts and leaving no room for fear, insecurities... or anything, really.
He sighs; never mind everything.]