Raleigh's pretty quiet too, looking out of the window, arms folded loosely over his chest, though he's still favoring that one on the left. It got fucked up pretty bad in the wreck, though he doesn't need surgery. For now.

That, though -- that makes Raleigh's brow furrow, because he's not sure what...to think of that but, well.

Chuck's seeing someone, and that's enough for him.

"Yeah, me either," he responds, tilting his head back. "I've got a lot going on." With Yancy and all.