"Yeah, I meant for you," Chuck says with a laugh, one that comes a little easier than it would have if he were sober. Relaxing has never actually been his strong suit; there've been too few opportunities for it over the past half of his life, something that being here has thrown into sharp contrast. Before, it only seemed normal. Now, it leaves him at a loss. It's less so at times like this, where the alcohol's gone to his head just enough to cancel out worries that he might have otherwise had. "So does hardly ever mean that you have before?"