[Yeah no. This is completely not okay. It's just not but Chuck is so blinded by the sudden relief that the weight of his father's hand on his neck brings, like an actual switch was flipped in his head, going from migraine from hell to relief, just like that.
He's so distracted that he lets it happen, soaking up the way it feels like he doesn't want to lay down and die. And that is because his old man is sort of hugging him and-- wait a minute.
That comment about a magical hug had been sarcasm you know.
It lasts all of ten, maybe fifteen seconds before Chuck's stubborn side rears its head and he brushes Herc's hand off his neck. No, no it's not that easy, he can't just hug him and expect everything to be fixed.]
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He's so distracted that he lets it happen, soaking up the way it feels like he doesn't want to lay down and die. And that is because his old man is sort of hugging him and-- wait a minute.
That comment about a magical hug had been sarcasm you know.
It lasts all of ten, maybe fifteen seconds before Chuck's stubborn side rears its head and he brushes Herc's hand off his neck. No, no it's not that easy, he can't just hug him and expect everything to be fixed.]
I'm not a kid anymore, Dad.