[His chin digs deeper into the fold of his forearm and arm when Chuck glances back, and his hint of a smile slid uncontrollably towards a wide one, hidden from view with the shield of his arm. It's... so weird, to be acting like this towards his best friend, but he can't help but find it the most natural thing of all, could really not pinpoint any fault from acting that way.
He raises his head when Chuck sets the plate on the table again, back straight, like an eager dog waiting for a meal. Because he was waiting for it - he was still hungry - and Chuck was back into his close vicinity again.] Thanks, Chuckles.
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He raises his head when Chuck sets the plate on the table again, back straight, like an eager dog waiting for a meal. Because he was waiting for it - he was still hungry - and Chuck was back into his close vicinity again.] Thanks, Chuckles.