You can count on Chuck getting fucked all goddamn night.

It's awkward to hold hands and eat but Raleigh can't help but keep staring at that hand, staring at the white and yellow gold band that's around his finger, and marveling at the fact that he just somehow got fucking engaged.

Jesus, he's gonna fill Yancy's unconscious brain with so much tomorrow.

Maybe the information overload will be enough to wake him up.