simplepuzzle | It's been a while....

He looks horrible. The asshole in Chuck wants to be satisfied because of that but he's tired and cranky and stupid.

"You look like shit."

Which is not actually what he meant to say.
"....Mako called," he mutters. "And dad." What, was he supposed to stay away? "You mind if I sit?" Because he can leave, if Raleigh doesn't want him there.

He's just -- gaping like a lunatic at Chuck, seeing but not quite comprehending.

"I--"

He's on his feet now, and -- and he should really be stopping himself because Chuck's not his boyfriend, Chuck's not his anymore abut--

Fucking hell, Raleigh needs him right now and he's going straight to him, gathering him up in his arms and burying his face in Chuck's neck.

Raleigh's hugging him and Chuck can't push him away.

...he's hugging him back hard, careful of the coffee in his hand but curling his arm tight around his back. "I know," he mutters, gripping his shoulder and rubbing his back. He's not sure why he thought he could just walk in and act like things weren't any different--minus the actual relationship, but.

Raleigh feels so fucking good in his arms.

Raleigh clings to Chuck, holds on tight because he's so fucking scared, so messed up and what is he supposed to do, Yancy is his focal point, the person he turns to when everything else is in shambles. Yancy is more a father to him than his real dad ever was, and to lose Yancy--

Raleigh doesn't think he can handle it.

And so he leans on Chuck, the guy that he dated all throughout high school, the guy he fell in love with, the guy he still loves -- the one that shook him all up and left him raw and bleeding when he left.

"I'm sorry," he grinds out, pressing his face into Chuck's shoulder. He's not sure why he's apologizing, maybe for the awkward hug, for the assumption he's allowed to just do that. Maybe because of them and what they lost, he's sorry they lost that, too, even though Raleigh's pretty sure it's still there inside of him, embers slowly being fanned back to life with the embrace.

"Oh shut up," Chuck says, annoyed, and squeezes him harder with his available arm. "Everyone said you were worrying yourself into a hospital bed of your own, someone had to come shake some sense into you."

But he's still hugging him, still holding him because Raleigh feels so fucking good in his arms and if he hadn't known for sure this confirms that he's still in love with him.

Which is not why he's here. He's here because Raleigh's going to make himself sick pretty soon and Chuck can't let that happen. And if the worst should happen--well, he really shouldn't be alone. Chuck's doesn't know if he should be that person, doesn't know if he has the right to be, but he can at least dry to drag Raleigh out of this.

Yancy really took the brunt of the collision; Raleigh'd walked away with scrapes and bruises and bandages but Yancy...

Yancy was the one fighting for his life, barely hanging on. Raleigh, in turn, is barely hanging on, clinging to the last vestiges of life, just like Yancy.

"Thanks," he says hollowly, a hysterical little chuckle bubbling up, and -- he can't peel himself away from Chuck yet. "For coming."

"Yeah."

The hug is going on a little long, but he's not going to push Raleigh off first. He doesn't know what to do now, honestly. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to be with Raleigh right now. It feels like he's about to shatter in Chuck's arms and Chuck...

"You need to get out of here." He pulls back, not letting go, keeping a hand on Raleigh's shoulder. "We won't leave the block, i promise, there's a place at the corner."

This is the not vulnerable he's ever felt in his life. Not even losing Chuck felt like this, though that had been a completely different kind of hurt and fear.

"I-I can't-- what if he wakes up and I'm not here--"

"He'll be relieved you took a fucking break and weren't worrying yourself sick," he says, gripping the back of Raleigh's neck.

"Have a sandwich that wasn't made in a hospital cafe."

He shudders, swallowing the sob that threatens to overtake him, and finally nods. Chuck is right - Yancy would be pissed if he knew that Raleigh was wasting away right there next to him.

"Yeah. Okay."

Chuck keeps an arm around Raleigh as he guides him out. He drops his coffee in the trash because he's pretty sure drinking it will dissolve his intestine, and manages to set the gift store teddy bear on the table by Yancy's bed.

He leads Raleigh out, not letting go mostly to make sure Raleigh doesn't try to backtrack to the hospital room. The fresh air has to do Raleigh some good.

Raleigh sees the bear, takes note of it and it just makes Raleigh lean on Chuck that much more, shivering when they go outside and he's hit with sunlight and air that hasn't been filtered and filtered and filtered.

He can't thank Chuck enough, not in words and he's ashamed of himself for being so weak but...

He can't help it. This is Yancy.

He follows and goes along with Chuck, leaning into his side and clutching at his shirt. Raleigh's clean, he showers, he just...has seen better days.

Raleigh is close and literally clinging and Chuck's feeling a little weird about it. Though that might be the two hours of sleep he's had. He doesn't have the heart to push him away, anyway.

He gets them a table outside so Raleigh can get some sunlight and so they can shift the seats so he can continue to cling if he needs. Which he seems to need.

Also a pot of coffee.

Raleigh needs a lot of things right now and he's so, so grateful for Chuck being here that he doesn't know how to properly articulate it. He's emotionally vulnerable and Chuck showed up when he needed him most and got him out if that hospital room and he just --

Fuck, he doesn't even know.

He sinks into the chair, keeping contact with Chuck but not leaning heavily on him. The coffee is well needed and the food is appreciated.

This cafe is down the street from a hospital. It knows how to do comfort food.

Chuck doesn't know where to go from here, just knew he had to get Raleigh out of there for a couple hours at least. He's still not sure what good he's doing, not convinced they're just being unhealthy here.

But he's still not sure what to do, so he starts talking. About his new job, school. He talks about his work, his classes, stays away from the personal life that lead to the split. Just trying to distract Raleigh.
Or put him to sleep, either way.

Chuck is the best.

Raleigh orders whatever comfort food he can find, then settles in to listen to Chuck talk. He asks questions when necessary, prompts him to keep the conversation going and listens to everything he has to say.

Just hearing his voice has helped immensely and Raleigh wants him to talk forever.

Well he's trying.

He talks until his throat starts to get raw. He'll pass the palm of his hand over Raleigh's shoulders now and then, a reassuring gesture.

"What about you?" Because if he keeps talking he's going to lose his voice.

Raleigh pulls in a breath, leans into the hand on his shoulders, though he's careful to keep the sore one out of reach.

"Well--"

He swallows, then carefully starts talking about what he's been doing, what he's been up to, how he's gone to school and gotten degrees of his own, set up shop, tried to make a living. He just -- has sort of been throwing himself into things and trying not to think about Chuck (though that isn't something he's voice, though really -- judging by what he's saying it's kind of obvious that's what he was doing).

He talks for a while, as long as Chuck will let him.

Chuck's going to let Raleigh talk until he doesn't want to any more.

He might start fingercombing Raleigh's hair, petting him gently like he might have while he did homework years ago. It might not be his place, it might be too far when it's been so long, but he can't leave Raleigh right now.

Raleigh relishes the touches, leans into it and against Chuck as he talks.

He rambles until he runs out of steam, his mouth is dry and he needs water.

"You want to go home?" He suggests almost tentatively, one hand on the back of his neck. There's not a lot of expectation for that but maybe if he gets Raleigh to spend a night in his own bed he'll feel less guilty about leaving.

...not that he's planning on leaving immediately.

He hesitates and his eyes dart in the direction of the hospital but he's so tired, so worn out.

"Yeah. Will you stay a while? Are -- are you able?"

--fuck he can't say no in the face of that.

"Yeah. I'll be around for a few days." As long as Raleigh needs, he wants to say, but that might not be possible. "You want a ride home?"

He's also fucking exhausted himself and is sort of about to drop off.

"Yeah. I don't think I can drive."

His car hasn't moved from the hospital lot on days. It'll be fine.

"Thanks, Chuck. Seriously."

"It's no problem." He takes care of lunch and walks Raleigh to his own car.

He's just all right enough to get them to Raleigh's place (once he gets the address), and he's seriously considering passing out in the backseat of his car.

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