[If it helps, Chuck feels absolutely fucking horrible and somewhere in his fogged-over, molasses-slow drunk mind has vowed to sit her down and fess up the instant she's well and sober and away from Gabriel enough. And he'll offer up his firstborn (the human kind, thank you) (of this particular Chuck-shaped lifetime, thank you and hands off of Jesus Aslan) and his carotid and his soul in his groveling and confess that he honestly didn't think it would work, that he was just trying to be cheeky and poke some fun at the cat theme.
But that's later. Right now he's honestly worried, because he's seen people drunk and seen cats on catnip and seen people mix all kinds of drugs, and this doesn't seem normal. He emerges clumsily from the kitchen, mutely holding out a glass of cold (but not cold enough to shock her stomach) water with an almost pitifully meek look on his face.]
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and away from Gabrielenough. And he'll offer up his firstborn (the human kind, thank you) (of this particular Chuck-shaped lifetime, thank you and hands off ofJesusAslan) and his carotid and his soul in his groveling and confess that he honestly didn't think it would work, that he was just trying to be cheeky and poke some fun at the cat theme.But that's later. Right now he's honestly worried, because he's seen people drunk and seen cats on catnip and seen people mix all kinds of drugs, and this doesn't seem normal. He emerges clumsily from the kitchen, mutely holding out a glass of cold (but not cold enough to shock her stomach) water with an almost pitifully meek look on his face.]