It's...the best night Raleigh's had in a long time. Chuck's by his side and the sunset is beautiful and the drink makes him feel good and warm and like things aren't so terrible - at least for tonight.

"Yeah," he says quietly, wrapping his hand around the cup. "Usually work the booth - with Mako."

He doesn't come with anyone. He just -- comes, works, says hello, and goes home. It never really felt right without Chuck plastered against his side and bitching about the temperature.