If it's that hard, Chuck could spend a few months here. They could go back and forth, whatever it could work.

He'll make it work.

Chuck starts laughing against Raleigh's mouth, sliding his hand into his hair. "I was only supposed to spend a night with you," he grins against his lips, loathe to move away. "You weren't supposed to propose." He kisses him slowly, eagerly. He's still pretty fucking happy about it, though.