like a match to gasoline

[suicidemission]

i see through your clothes
your nerve damage shows
trying not to feel
anything that's real

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

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[suicidemission]

It's Chuck's turn to think inappropriate things and for a split second he's not sure Raleigh's going to stop where he does and instead just keep sliding down.

He doesn't, and instead he's got Raleigh tucked up nice and close against his side with his arm around him, heavy and safe and warm. It's a solid, tangible presence and Chuck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his arm around Raleigh's shoulders, holding him tight.