They'll always come back. It's a promise now, sealed with kisses and panted breathes and desperate pleas. Raleigh cannot bear to lose Chuck again but will be at ease and content in knowing Chuck has his freedom but will return to Raleigh every time. Maybe he will buy a boat, sail the world, trail after the pod. Maybe he'll set up camp somewhere warm, relax in the sun until Chuck rejoins him and showers him with kisses and affection and adoration.

Chuck fucks into him and Raleigh bucks up against him, hips crashing against one another, his shout muffled by Chuck's lips when he's dragged closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink, waiting to be shoved over and into oblivion.