[ The two of them have woken up like this too many times for Raleigh to count now, bodies seized with drift flashes, synapses firing memories of either snow or flame. It’s standard procedure for Raleigh to wait it out with Chuck until Chuck’s brain stop burning, until Chuck stops shoving down on Raleigh like it’ll help him forget, wincing and curling in a little with the pain of the panicked, insistent weight of Chuck’s hand on his bad shoulder.
Raleigh used to be ashamed about this, too. He used to avoid Chuck when it would happen, waiting it out on his own until his body could stop recollecting the combined terror of his brother’s death and flying through a burning alien sky, but he’s had five years of experience longer than Chuck to adjust to his traumas. Chuck’s are mostly new, still fresh.
So Raleigh doesn’t rise to the bait, but only allows Chuck take it out on him, relaxing as best as he can under Chuck's weight. Raleigh reaches above him with a tentative hand, rubbing his thumb fleetingly into the little hollow behind Chuck’s ear, cupping his cheek, brief. ]
Hey, breathe. You looked like you weren't doin' so good, so I woke you, okay?
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Raleigh used to be ashamed about this, too. He used to avoid Chuck when it would happen, waiting it out on his own until his body could stop recollecting the combined terror of his brother’s death and flying through a burning alien sky, but he’s had five years of experience longer than Chuck to adjust to his traumas. Chuck’s are mostly new, still fresh.
So Raleigh doesn’t rise to the bait, but only allows Chuck take it out on him, relaxing as best as he can under Chuck's weight. Raleigh reaches above him with a tentative hand, rubbing his thumb fleetingly into the little hollow behind Chuck’s ear, cupping his cheek, brief. ]
Hey, breathe. You looked like you weren't doin' so good, so I woke you, okay?