"Oh shut up," Chuck says, annoyed, and squeezes him harder with his available arm. "Everyone said you were worrying yourself into a hospital bed of your own, someone had to come shake some sense into you."

But he's still hugging him, still holding him because Raleigh feels so fucking good in his arms and if he hadn't known for sure this confirms that he's still in love with him.

Which is not why he's here. He's here because Raleigh's going to make himself sick pretty soon and Chuck can't let that happen. And if the worst should happen--well, he really shouldn't be alone. Chuck's doesn't know if he should be that person, doesn't know if he has the right to be, but he can at least dry to drag Raleigh out of this.