[Chuck honestly didn't even know for the longest time that Raleigh was still struggling with what happened off Anchorage. Because he never asked and he never took the time to think outside of his own problems to think that Raleigh was still suffering from his, that he had his own baggage to lug around and it wasn't all about Chuck (even though it should be because he's awesome) and his issues.
They're different in that Raleigh draws into himself when he's hurting and Chuck lashes out and takes down everything within a certain radius of him.
Which is why he brushes Raleigh's hand away from his face as he sits up, needing space or air or something because is it hot in here? Or is that just him? No it's the fire and the blankets and the fact that Raleigh's like a fucking oven and Chuck is a purebred Australian but sometimes a man needs some cool air. Space to breathe.]
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They're different in that Raleigh draws into himself when he's hurting and
Chuck lashes out and takes down everything within a certain radius of him.
Which is why he brushes Raleigh's hand away from his face as he sits up, needing space or air or something because is it hot in here? Or is that just him? No it's the fire and the blankets and the fact that Raleigh's like a fucking oven and Chuck is a purebred Australian but sometimes a man needs some cool air. Space to breathe.]
I'm fucking fine.