[Jerking his waist a little to help Chuck out, he smooths out his hair in a silent thankful gesture. Mike still thinks about that idea, but he ends up shaking his head.] We can just get the blanket. Sheets are going to the wash anyway...
[He looks up, though, tilting his head to look at... the foot of the bed. He grins, talk about a tussle.] Unless you want a pillow.
[Chuck follows Mike's gaze-- and laughs, because he hadn't even realized they were lying upside-down in the bed. He's mostly surprised that he didn't notice while he was being pulled along to the mattress.]
Yeah, and I think your covers wouldn't reach my feet like this either. [And his feet could get really cold during the night. He shows no intention of moving for a while, then, making monumental effort to not even sit up, he squirms like a worm on the bed and turns himself around. That probably took more effort and time than it would have if he'd just stood up... details.]
[Smiling like an idiot, he follows suit, sitting up and then crawling over to lay down right-side-up, tugging the blanket also bundled on the foot of the bed along with him. Draping it over them, Mike lays back under the covers, stomach down, face turned to Chuck as he makes himself comfortable.
... then he wiggles, tugs him close, even if the position is awkward. Hi, Chuckles.]
[Chuck scoots closer too, though resting on his side, and lays a hand across Mike's back. He buries his face under the covers up to his nose, then leans over, pecks Mike's cheek himself instead. He feels a little silly, really, but he wouldn't dream of letting that stop him from acting like an idiot.]
Good night, Mikey. [And this time, he does mean it.]
[A quick peck on his nose even as Chuck pulls back, and Mike grins, eyes closing, feeling a little like a kid and yet utterly not. He knows they're going to wake up stinky and sticky and lazy and with some nerves teasing at the edge of their skins, but he'll make sure those will be subdued the moment he feels them going at it. Because if they can reach this kind of environment together even for a few moments, in the midst of all the chaos, then he'll do his very so they can seize it. Chuck deserves it, if anything.]
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[He looks up, though, tilting his head to look at... the foot of the bed. He grins, talk about a tussle.] Unless you want a pillow.
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Yeah, and I think your covers wouldn't reach my feet like this either. [And his feet could get really cold during the night. He shows no intention of moving for a while, then, making monumental effort to not even sit up, he squirms like a worm on the bed and turns himself around. That probably took more effort and time than it would have if he'd just stood up... details.]
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... then he wiggles, tugs him close, even if the position is awkward. Hi, Chuckles.]
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Good night, Mikey. [And this time, he does mean it.]
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Good night, Chuckles.