It's a slow, languid kiss and Raleigh takes his time in relearning Chuck's mouth, tasting the cider on his tongue, licking the last drops of it from his lips. He holds him tight, bodies pressed tightly together and when Chuck breaks it and rests their foreheads together, Raleigh doesn't let him go.

"Are you really?" He murmurs, eyes half lidded, gaze fixed on Chuck's mouth.