Yeah no that's fair, Chuck can really only manage the sort of movements that involve sort of lazy nuzzling or a weak kind of flop.

He breathes into Raleigh's neck, taking in his smell in a way that's totally not weird or creepy. There're no words yet, nothing he can actually manage to say that he'll blame on exhaustion, but there's a sleepy nuzzle and a yawn and maybe a press of his cheek to Raleigh's head.

It's not too bad. He should probably be annoyed by how heavy and sweaty and sticky Raleigh is on top of him. He can't really be bothered to care right now.