Chuck looks away, guilt stabbing him a little in the belly. They're both feeling responsible for each other's misery, and it's sort of terrible.
He passes a hand over his back in response to the thanks, touch light enough that he might not even feel it through the layers. "The wine's helping," he offers, mouth quirked in a partial smirk. They probably aren't meant to be sneaking as much as they are, really.
But there's a look in Raleigh's eyes, if not fully on his face, that's telling Chuck how miserable he is. "Hey." He nudges him with his elbow. "New year in two weeks. New start."
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Chuck looks away, guilt stabbing him a little in the belly. They're both feeling responsible for each other's misery, and it's sort of terrible.
He passes a hand over his back in response to the thanks, touch light enough that he might not even feel it through the layers. "The wine's helping," he offers, mouth quirked in a partial smirk. They probably aren't meant to be sneaking as much as they are, really.
But there's a look in Raleigh's eyes, if not fully on his face, that's telling Chuck how miserable he is. "Hey." He nudges him with his elbow. "New year in two weeks. New start."