Chuck growls quietly and sticks a hand in Raleigh's pocket, up against his side and following him closely.

"I don't think either of us are good to drive," he breathes into his ear, nuzzling his neck gently, and he's doing this before he can think, before he can talk either of them out of this. "Wanna walk?" Or is it too far to keep their hands off of each other, too far to not sober up and change a mind on the doorstep?