[Mike smiles, and leaves Chuck to go and warm the pancakes back. As much as he liked to have him this close, he knows that in a matter of no time, he'll have him back there again. So he watches him quietly, resting his chin on the arms folded on the table, a little smile tugging at his lips. He feels a little silly, that he's itching at the next time his fingers reach to him, but he figures, in a sense, that it's a natural way to be - or so he hopes. It's so new and exciting and like everything that shows itself that way in Mike's eyes he can't have it quick enough.
Yet, with Chuck, he's willing to wait. Because there was no rush. They were always together, after all, and there were absolutely no plans to - and absolutely no plans that could - stray apart. Even if his foot keeps swinging under the table.]
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Yet, with Chuck, he's willing to wait. Because there was no rush. They were always together, after all, and there were absolutely no plans to - and absolutely no plans that could - stray apart. Even if his foot keeps swinging under the table.]