[It's when Mike stills like this that, to Chuck, it seems that time slows down, a second stretches into eternity, and then compresses itself into a heartbeat when he opens his mouth to speak. And Chuck can't really offer much more than a bashful sort of smile, and a nod as he slowly looks away, moving to grab their plates so he can focus on something other than the thrum against his ribs, or the heat like fire underneath his skin.]
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