Raleigh smiles sheepishly up at him, eyes hooded and heavy with emotion. He's entirely comfortable with Chuck's hands on him, sliding over his sides and over scarred flesh, though he's sort of giving Chuck a wary look, silently begging him not to run or be disgusted.

The smile he's trying to hide, though -- that has Raleigh cupping his face and chuckling quietly, breath a soft whoosh against his lips.