They're really not supposed to be drinking like they are, but seriously Raleigh gives about zero fucks right now. Chuck's hand passes over his back and even as light as the touch it it feels like Chuck's burning him through his coat and he has to clamp down and suppress the shiver.

He can't stop himself from leaning a little closer, automatically adjusting his posture to be more open towards Chuck, more inviting.

"Yeah, so they say," he says quietly. New Year, new start. Sure. "Are you -- sticking around for that?"