...Fucking hell.

He wants Chuck back so badly it hurts and if this keeps up he's going to do the worst thing in the world and fucking cry and there's no way he wants to do that in front of Chuck.

"It should be me," he agrees hollowly, feeling sick, feeling nauseated. "I was driving, it should -- be me."

He'd rather it be him. If he could trade places, make a bargain with the devil for his soul, he'd do it. He'd do anything for Yancy to get up, to be fine, to walk away.

Chuck pulls up and Raleigh's glad, because he's on the verge of losing his shit and he feels like throwing up, just a little. He'll have to eat his Subway later because right now, his stomach is all upside down and twisted up.

"Wish -- you could be here." Is all he says, before he pushes the door open and goes to get out.