Chuck rolls his eyes heavily and tilts his head forward.

"Hey."

He'd wanted to apologize, actually. He might've wanted to get into a fight but that was a really stupid way to go about it. The look on Raleigh's face has him bristling on the defensive automatically.

"If you wanna skip, Tuesdays are slow," he says flatly. "I won't tell Herc." If he'd rather not be around Chuck, Chuck doesn't want to be around him while he's radiating not-wanting-to-be-around-Chuck.