He couldn't. He couldn't share any of it, just in case. It's not that he thought Chuck would spill - especially not on purpose - but he just couldn't run the risk of anything being spoiled. He's been planning this for months, ever since he heard about the banquet.

Raleigh swallows the lump in his throat and he nods, and shoves the skin into Chuck's hands.

"It's yours. Go, Chuck. Run."