Chuck keeps moving his hands, rubbing at Raleigh's legs, fingers working into tense, tight muscle as he reads Raleigh's handwriting.

Break the games.

Get them out.

It's an act of war, because that is what this will lead to - there is no other alternative. It's a long time coming, Chuck knows, and he can't say he's surprised. He'd be more pissed if he'd been kept in the dark purposefully, but he can see sense and reason when it is there, and Raleigh has not had an opportunity to tell him - and couldn't, even if they were alone. There are cameras everywhere.

Raleigh drops his head to Chuck's shoulder and he plays the good nurse, pressing his cheek against blond hair and continuing to massage.

"Tonight you sleep," he says out loud, smearing his hand so the writing smudges and turns into nothing but a dirt stain. "Tomorrow..."

They find Aleksis and Sasha.