"They've tried."

Telling Chuck to do anything is almost a guarantee he'll do the exact opposite.

'Take it easy. Rest. Relax'.

Like fucking hell. How is he supposed to do that with a missing limb? A limb he swears he can still feel. It itches. It throbs. It wakes him up at night, phantom pain clawing it's way up the length of his body.

"If you want. Can't stop you."

Please come back. His tone is nonchalant and dismissive but in his eyes...

Desperation. Loneliness. Trauma.