[ Water spills out all over his hand as he's shoved backwards, but Raleigh ignores it, setting the half-full glass aside on the counter to grab the hand closed around the collar of his shirt.
Raleigh doesn't try to pry the fingers away, but he keeps up his glare. ] You're gonna have to make me.
[ Nevermind that Chuck kind of already did. Raleigh digs his back in against the counter; he's not moving anywhere. ]
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Raleigh doesn't try to pry the fingers away, but he keeps up his glare. ] You're gonna have to make me.
[ Nevermind that Chuck kind of already did. Raleigh digs his back in against the counter; he's not moving anywhere. ]