Drunk Raleigh. While I am drunk.

[thelastbecket]

Raleigh might have had a little too much of the vodka the Russian techs had been brewing when he stumbles through the Shatterdome towards the medical bay. It's been a while since he's been drunk,and it seem unfair to him that even though his arm and leg nerves are kind of shot again from Gipsy's damage, that Chuck of all people is the one stuck in medical when he was the one most willing to sacrifice himself for the Pitfall mission besides Striker.

He grinned and charmed his way past the nurse on guard until he was stick his head through Chuck's curtains, grinning like a loon. It was a surprised to see Chuck decked out in a hospital gown, sea foam green instead of his usual military prescribed garb. It didn't suit him, but Raleigh didn't think tell Chuck he looked bad in medical was going to win him any favors.

"Chuck Hansen." He grinned and walked into the little sectioned off corner, dropping himself into the visitor's chair next to Chuck's bed. "You're missed at the party."

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[suicidemission]

He curls his arm tighter around him, fingers squeezing his arm as he breathes out a sigh. He doesn't want to let Raleigh go.

"Yeah, mate. Til they kick you out, I suppose."

[thelastbecket]

"Thanks." Raleigh murmured and settled in permanently.

"I don't snore, promise."

[suicidemission]

"Good. If y'did, then I'd kick you out."

He presses his lips lightly against Raleigh's hair; it's hard to tell that he's done it, but it's there.

[thelastbecket]

Raleigh did feel it, but he's not saying anything, he's falling asleep.