Chuck's wrapping and re-wrapping a borrowed scarf around his wet face, sliding into the cab against Raleigh's side and pressing his face against the side of his neck.

He doesn't want to sober up, doesn't want to think about the repercussions of tonight, that's mostly why he's on the cranky side. This isn't going to work but he wants to pretend it can for as long as possible. He's gripping Raleigh's hand, squeezing it in encouragement.

They get to the door of Yancy's room and Chuck stops. "You want a moment alone, I can go get us some coffee," he says quietly.