He knows he's being avoided and he's...so fucking sorry. He's hurting everyone, everyone he cares about - even Janine, because yes, he cares about her.

Raleigh hates that he has to hurt her, that he's going to hurt her. She's pretty understanding and kind, too - openminded and amazing and Raleigh wishes he could tell her what he's doing, because she's fucking smart and she might be able to help, but he just...can't.

This will be his cross - all of the guilt associated with hurting innocent people.

The night comes and Raleigh accompanies, gets Sam nice and toasted drunk, then slips away to scour the office, picking it apart and hunting down Chuck's pelt until at last, finally, he finds it behind a painting.

Heart slamming in his chest, he grips it to him, folds it as small as possible, then slips out the back and into the night, running at full speed back to Chuck's house where he bangs on the door.

Come on Chuck, answer!