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[ Raleigh refuses her, and Mako is unsurprised by that -- he's mired too deep in the past, in his grief and memories that the notion of the future is untenable, something unknown and better off left alone. He refuses her, but Mako doesn't leave and report this to the Marshal for two reasons: Mako doesn't take kindly to failure, and one doesn't walk away from the man that (unknowingly) showed you what being connected to another living soul could be like.
So she decides to try again, three days later -- but she doesn't find him at the bar. Honey, one of the buxom, lovely blonde waitresses tell her. Try the back.
And Mako's heart sinks, because she might be new to sex, but she's not new to human nature, and she knows exactly what she's saying. So Mako goes out to the back, makes a circle into the alleyway where she hears the soft, obscene grunts of a couple fucking, a high pitched, breathy woman's voice that ends with a sigh and a soft giggle and nothing else from the back. There is the rustling, too soft to be heard, and a soft, you're amazing, where do I find you again?
Hey, I'm all about the fairytale. You always know where to find me.
It's Raleigh's voice, and Mako's blood runs cold when she turns the corner and sees him with another, he's putting away the money and ration cards, and she's tugging her skirt back down with a wide, satisfied grin. She stops, standing under her umbrella with her words caught in her throat. The woman catches sight of her first, grins lazily and walks past, out of the alley.
Mako's grip tightens on her umbrella. ] ...Busy night?
Edited 2014-03-22 06:01 (UTC)
[Mako's ruined him, in more than one way but obviously in the fact that he got nothing from this trick, except for a sick feeling settling in his gut and she must have impossibly low standards or just wowed by his reputation because even Raleigh doesn't think that wasn't very good. It was like fake diet Coke after having a real Coke. Black and white after a rainbow.
Something gross and meaningless and dull after the glimmer of hope and affection and passion that Mako planted in him. He takes his money, arranges himself so he's decent and his dick's not hanging out for the world to see, just zipping up his pants when he hears her voice.
He didn't expect her to give up, not that easily and he's just shrugging at her.]
You know how it is, still a hot demand for Ranger dick.
Something gross and meaningless and dull after the glimmer of hope and affection and passion that Mako planted in him. He takes his money, arranges himself so he's decent and his dick's not hanging out for the world to see, just zipping up his pants when he hears her voice.
He didn't expect her to give up, not that easily and he's just shrugging at her.]
You know how it is, still a hot demand for Ranger dick.
[ Raleigh Becket and Yancy Becket are new students transferred to Tokyo High School from Alaska, and naturally, they're all anyone can talk about, when the students are abuzz with news of handsome boys with bright blond hair and ready smiles.
Mako doesn't pay much attention to that, save for the passing thought that it would very possibly be a culture shock, for Americans to be ported from an American school to a Japanese one. He's in her class, Raleigh Becket, bright eyed and boyishly charming, and she supposes that he'd be inundated with shy love notes in his locker soon, from the way the girls are reacting to him, even if not many are willing to draw closer.
The boys, unsurprisingly, don't like him or his brother -- it's not new, especially not when they're... well, gaijin, and when it comes right down to it, they need some time to get used to the boys. So despite the whisperings and the crushes and the relative fanfare, the boys were left on their own. Mako notices that from time to time, and when Raleigh turns up on the roof where Mako usually has her lunch, dashingly handsome in the all black uniform, she doesn't ask why.
But she glances up from her book, though, her bento neatly balanced on her knees and nearly forgotten in the wake of her revisions. Had he gotten into a fight? ]
Hello.
Edited 2014-04-10 11:48 (UTC)
[It's not the first time that they've had to change schools. Dad moves around a lot because of work and they follow him wherever that is. Raleigh spent his eighth birthday in Budapest, another one in Peru, another in London and now it's looking like he's going to spend his seventeenthh in Japan and that's okay. He's not that attached to Alaska, he likes it there a lot but he likes seeing the world too and he likes learning new languages.
He likes even more the looks on people's faces when they realize he knows exactly what shit they're saying about him and his brother right before he punches them for it.
So yeah, he had been in a little bit of a fight, and there's probably a bruise growing along his cheek right now but. It's whatever. It doesn't matter because when he wanders up to the roof for the rest of lunch, Mako's there and he-- might kinda totally have a crush on her. Pretty sure she doesn't know who he is besides one of the new white kids, but they have several classes together and he's been staring at her for half of them and she's really smart and pretty and she hasn't been rude to them or giggly and he likes that.]
Mind if I join you?
He likes even more the looks on people's faces when they realize he knows exactly what shit they're saying about him and his brother right before he punches them for it.
So yeah, he had been in a little bit of a fight, and there's probably a bruise growing along his cheek right now but. It's whatever. It doesn't matter because when he wanders up to the roof for the rest of lunch, Mako's there and he-- might kinda totally have a crush on her. Pretty sure she doesn't know who he is besides one of the new white kids, but they have several classes together and he's been staring at her for half of them and she's really smart and pretty and she hasn't been rude to them or giggly and he likes that.]
Mind if I join you?
[Raleigh takes pictures of things, place, sights, people that matter to him, and keeps a collection of them on his wall. Takes the time to arrange them no matter what room he's sleeping in, not that he does a lot of sleeping in general. His pictures matter to him, little snapshots of things that might not be anything special to anyone else but he's got a story attached to every one of them.
There's picture of a shoe and it's actually his Uncle Charles' and he didn't know it at the time he took it, but it was the last time he ever saw his uncle or those shoes. A picture of him and Yancy being stupid, cocky kids, with him showing off that extra inch of height he had on his brother by making it as obvious as possible. There's one of his mom and sister, two ladies long gone to him through death and bitterness and misunderstandings. A picture of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio, he's not religious but that was a good weekend with Yancy. A building in Prague, a baseball bat, a pair of hockey skates and so on.
Raleigh snaps a picture of Mako now, kneeling beside her as she's sleeping, her hand tucked under her chin, and curled tight into her little blanket burrito. They're still exploring each other, have discovered the sweetness that is kissing but haven't quite made the leap to lovers just yet.
But really, he's slacking in adding her to his wall. He should've taken a picture of her the moment they met.]
There's picture of a shoe and it's actually his Uncle Charles' and he didn't know it at the time he took it, but it was the last time he ever saw his uncle or those shoes. A picture of him and Yancy being stupid, cocky kids, with him showing off that extra inch of height he had on his brother by making it as obvious as possible. There's one of his mom and sister, two ladies long gone to him through death and bitterness and misunderstandings. A picture of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio, he's not religious but that was a good weekend with Yancy. A building in Prague, a baseball bat, a pair of hockey skates and so on.
Raleigh snaps a picture of Mako now, kneeling beside her as she's sleeping, her hand tucked under her chin, and curled tight into her little blanket burrito. They're still exploring each other, have discovered the sweetness that is kissing but haven't quite made the leap to lovers just yet.
But really, he's slacking in adding her to his wall. He should've taken a picture of her the moment they met.]
[ They move out of the Shatterdome and into an apartment of their own -- it's not so much intentional as it is the next course of action, a natural thing to do. Ever since Pitfall, they've been inseparable, and she's never thought too much of it until Tendo takes her aside the day before they're slated to leave, tells her in no uncertain terms that she ought to let him go if she doesn't feel the same, because Raleigh is a man who's in it for the long haul, who falls in love so deeply and so completely that it would be cruel to keep stringing him along.
Mako said nothing and only nodded, because she hadn't thought of it -- hadn't considered them, and definitely hadn't actually taken the initiative to talk to Raleigh about it. They'd simply fallen into such a comfortable, familiar pattern with each other that not talking about it worked.
And so began making a home for them, Raleigh with his skills and foresight and knowledge of making things with his hands, and with her help, slowly but surely furnished their bare apartment into something much more livable, with furniture and counters and a bed and all necessary plumbing and appliances.
Finally, the Becket-Mori household of two.
It's a week after all this had gone on, six months in total that Mako thinks hard about this again -- about the depth of their relationship, and where they would be going with each other. She's twenty three today, still young with a whole road ahead of her, would she be happy living out her entire life with this man? It means seventy, eighty years if they're lucky, and it's a heavy commitment to make.
She's awake in the early hours of the morning, when the light is just shining over the horizon and lightening the sky, and Mako gets to study the way he sleeps beside her, on his side facing her, features relaxed and peaceful in repose. He's beautiful, with lovely thick lashes and a soft mouth and incredible cheekbones -- but beauty isn't a deciding factor in making a lifelong commitment. Loving someone is different from wanting to spend all your years with them; the difference is subtle, but it's there, and now more than ever, she ruminates on Tendo's words.
Mako wavers, thinks long, thinks hard - to keep him, or let him go? She doesn't get her answer easily, and she shifts closer to admire him, her knuckles brushing over his cheek before tracing lightly over his features. ]
[If Raleigh knew that Tendo was trying to protect his honor or his heart or whatever, he probably would've smacked him for it. Even if he's not wrong about him, it's still none of his business. Raleigh hasn't even really talked to her about it, about them, about what it means and how he never wants to lose her and he's weak and selfish, he'll take whatever she's offering but that doesn't stop him from hoping for more, for all of it, for everything she has and is and will be.
She's really it for him, he's already come to that conclusion. Raleigh's a one and done kind of man now. People in general bug him and he's so not the cocky, young, stupid pilot that wants to sleep with anything with boobs who's willing. He's quieter, tempered by the storm, preferring to be left alone than to bask in any attention thrown his way. Mako is the exception to the rule, the one person he trusts completely because she knows, she's seen it, felt it.
It would be cruel, probably, to string him along but Raleigh's pretty sure that it'd be worse if she cut him out entirely.
Raleigh stirs, her knuckles drawing him out of his dreams and here's why he doesn't have to think too hard about this, about her-- waking up to Mako hovering over him is literally the best thing that's happened to him in years.]
Hey. You're up early.
She's really it for him, he's already come to that conclusion. Raleigh's a one and done kind of man now. People in general bug him and he's so not the cocky, young, stupid pilot that wants to sleep with anything with boobs who's willing. He's quieter, tempered by the storm, preferring to be left alone than to bask in any attention thrown his way. Mako is the exception to the rule, the one person he trusts completely because she knows, she's seen it, felt it.
It would be cruel, probably, to string him along but Raleigh's pretty sure that it'd be worse if she cut him out entirely.
Raleigh stirs, her knuckles drawing him out of his dreams and here's why he doesn't have to think too hard about this, about her-- waking up to Mako hovering over him is literally the best thing that's happened to him in years.]
Hey. You're up early.
[When Raleigh slides into bed with her tonight, he doesn't immediately wrap his arms around her, cuddle in close and put his face on her shoulder or her hair or anything like that. He's just... stunned, he guesses, he lies there for a few moments before he realizes that he hadn't even taken off his shoes yet so he has to climb back out of the covers to do that.
He's a father. A father to a five year old boy that he had no idea existed until today, hadn't thought about the boy's mother since the one night they had together either, just a few short weeks before Knifehead and Yancy and that was her excuse-- she didn't want to burden him with anything else, make him feel obligated to them and he's pissed off at her for that. Because what the fuck, it's still his kid.
Even if she's right, when she adds that he was clearly in no condition to be a father.
Raleigh kicks off his shoes and tries again, squirming back into bed. It's weird that he gets home later than her, but he kind of just wandered around after he ran into her and his kid, in a daze and he feels kind of guilty that the lights are off by the time that he gets back, that his phone has four missed calls and how does that happen and if she's not awake by now, he has to wake her up anyway.
To apologize. To explain. To talk to her.
Mako he doesn't know what to do. He reaches for her finally, running his thumb along her shoulder.]
... Mako?
He's a father. A father to a five year old boy that he had no idea existed until today, hadn't thought about the boy's mother since the one night they had together either, just a few short weeks before Knifehead and Yancy and that was her excuse-- she didn't want to burden him with anything else, make him feel obligated to them and he's pissed off at her for that. Because what the fuck, it's still his kid.
Even if she's right, when she adds that he was clearly in no condition to be a father.
Raleigh kicks off his shoes and tries again, squirming back into bed. It's weird that he gets home later than her, but he kind of just wandered around after he ran into her and his kid, in a daze and he feels kind of guilty that the lights are off by the time that he gets back, that his phone has four missed calls and how does that happen and if she's not awake by now, he has to wake her up anyway.
To apologize. To explain. To talk to her.
Mako he doesn't know what to do. He reaches for her finally, running his thumb along her shoulder.]
... Mako?
[ What a beautiful, wretched mess it is, when Raleigh kills his lover and queen to set an example to the MC for her betrayal (she'd turned rat to play the impossible odds and to save her man and the club, but that choice had cost him the lives of two brothers and eventually, hers).
The last thing she felt when he kills her is pain, and betrayal, and hurt and anger, and they are very much the same when she wakes again, having survived by the skin of her teeth and filled with a rage and anger of a woman scorned, her desire for vengeance burning like a livewire.
She had loved him, and he had betrayed her -- there was no doubt that he loved her too, once, but that fact will not stop her from destroying him, to tear down everything he loves and cares about and crush it to dust under her feet. There is an ugly starburst scar over her sternum, the gift he gives her when he emptied three bullets in her with tears in his eyes, and it's tears she wants to see when she finally moves to crush him.
Hell hath no fury, as one says, and Mako, propelled by a beguiling genius and sharp wits, strives to give Raleigh's enemies what they need to take him down (and it frustrates her when the man bests them time and times again). She's kept a close watch on him always, the hurt and the longing and the love never far from her fury and her rage; that even though her hatred burns in her veins, she loves him, too. She loves him madly, recklessly, her obsession with him bright and all-consuming as fire. Mako helps and traps him in different turns, always with her eye on him -- but it's only one-way, Raleigh doesn't get to see her.
Tonight, however, he discovers her again in an empty warehouse where she'd emptied out the cache of firearms under the MC's nose, perched atop an empty crate. How much had she cost him this time? Five digits? Six? She idly loads the S&W 0.40 with bullets -- the exact same gun that had he had used to kill her two years ago, and stolen from the clubhouse an entire year later.
What can she say? Sentimentality can't be easily discounted sometimes. Prim as you please, she sets the gun on her lap, her legs primly crossed as she meets him face to face for the first time. It would be so easy to kill him here, wouldn't it? (But he doesn't deserve the honor of a quick death, no.) ]
Hello, Raleigh.
Edited 2014-03-29 12:55 (UTC)
[Raleigh puts three bullets in her that day, but he might as well have put the same bullets into his soul. He did it for the club, did it to make an example, did it because she betrayed him first and she put him in an impossible situation and he walks away from that day a different man. He changed after his brother's death, yes but none of the MC knew him back then. They didn't see the transformation from the high energy little brother into the cold, distant, quiet man that worked his way into their club and up their ranks. He just came to them that way.
But really, whatever part of Raleigh that could still love and laugh died with his queen that day. If before he was respected, now he's feared. If he was ruthless before, he's downright brutal now. As if he can't stand for anyone to be happy when he's not, as if he wants the entire world to burn for her crimes.
And maybe he does.
He's sure for a moment that he's completely lost it, that when he walks into the warehouse, the years and grief and hate have finally worn him down-- but that would be too easy. And nothing, not one single thing, has ever been easy for them, from the sneaking around behind Chau's back to gaining control of the club to when she faked her death apparently.]
Since when do ghosts carry stolen guns?
But really, whatever part of Raleigh that could still love and laugh died with his queen that day. If before he was respected, now he's feared. If he was ruthless before, he's downright brutal now. As if he can't stand for anyone to be happy when he's not, as if he wants the entire world to burn for her crimes.
And maybe he does.
He's sure for a moment that he's completely lost it, that when he walks into the warehouse, the years and grief and hate have finally worn him down-- but that would be too easy. And nothing, not one single thing, has ever been easy for them, from the sneaking around behind Chau's back to gaining control of the club to when she faked her death apparently.]
Since when do ghosts carry stolen guns?
[Raleigh is not just drunk. He's completely wasted. But that's what happens after you take down your first kaiju ever, with a freaking cane, did you see that? Yance, remember how awesome we are? HEY EVERYONE, A SHOT FOR AWESOME ME AND YANCY ARE
He's lost track of how many he's had by now, more than a dozen and he's always been pretty shitty at counting his own drinks anyway, that's Yancy's job and he lost Yancy sometime around jaeger flies number five and six sniffing around him and that's cool, have fun Yancy, don't cry to Raleigh when you get the crabs ow stop hitting me I'm your best co-pilot!
Somehow he gets it into his head to call his sister. Did she see the news? Did she see what they did? They killed a kaiju, bailed out the other jaeger team entirely and saved the entire city of San Diego. How awesome is that? So he's pulling out his phone and after a few fumbles, the phone's ringing and when she picks up--]
JAAAAAAAAZ!
He's lost track of how many he's had by now, more than a dozen and he's always been pretty shitty at counting his own drinks anyway, that's Yancy's job and he lost Yancy sometime around jaeger flies number five and six sniffing around him and that's cool, have fun Yancy, don't cry to Raleigh when you get the crabs ow stop hitting me I'm your best co-pilot!
Somehow he gets it into his head to call his sister. Did she see the news? Did she see what they did? They killed a kaiju, bailed out the other jaeger team entirely and saved the entire city of San Diego. How awesome is that? So he's pulling out his phone and after a few fumbles, the phone's ringing and when she picks up--]
JAAAAAAAAZ!
Lᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғʏ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛs,
ᴍᴀɴ-ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ.
Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Wᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴀᴡᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴡᴀsʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɪǫᴜɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴇᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ.
—kaiju prayer
ᴍᴀɴ-ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ.
Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Wᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴀᴡᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴡᴀsʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɪǫᴜɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴇᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ.
—kaiju prayer
[Truth be told-- Raleigh fucking hated Chuck Hansen most of their time in the program together. Hated him because he was a self righteous prick with a loud mouth and a bigger ego and it was all about him and not the team and it didn't take that long for Raleigh's fist to find Chuck's jaw. They both got threatened with court martials after that, nursing bruised eyes, ribs and egos and making a silent pact to just avoid each other.
Which was a brilliant plan really-- until it came down to the wire and it was them against a whole squad of Kaiju and there's just something about saving a man's life and knowing that he saved yours too where you can't hate him anymore. How that turns into something more, Raleigh has no fucking clue. But they don't really talk about it, they just do it and sneak around and let it be what it is.
It means that when Chuck disappears on a mission, Raleigh can't grieve like he really wants to. People leave him alone well enough because they know that the two of them became sort of friends after that one night, and life's so fucking ironic isn't it. To be enemies and then friends and then lovers and no one knows what Chuck really meant to him because he can't find the words for it once he's gone.
Seven years later and Raleigh's less moved on and more like settled into what his life is now, which is paired with the program's newest and brightest, Mako Mori and they do a lot of good and kick a lot of ass together and she's really what keeps him sane most days, his best friend and sometimes lover too but she's too much of a professional to ever let it be more than just a night here and there and that's fine by him. It's just stress relief. He's in love with the past anyway, stuck on someone that's never coming back.
They're on a routine escort that goes so horribly wrong that Raleigh barely remembers what the word right means anymore. It starts with blown out tires, then gunshots, then their assignment is dead, then Mako's got a GSW in her leg and there's this man who isn't fazed by their return fire, or when Raleigh's fist connects with his face, over and over and it's like fighting a boulder, wearing himself down against an immovable force until Raleigh's on the ground, hurting in places he didn't even know he had.
And the mask comes off and he's sure for a moment that he actually just died because that's-- not possible.]
... Chuck?
Which was a brilliant plan really-- until it came down to the wire and it was them against a whole squad of Kaiju and there's just something about saving a man's life and knowing that he saved yours too where you can't hate him anymore. How that turns into something more, Raleigh has no fucking clue. But they don't really talk about it, they just do it and sneak around and let it be what it is.
It means that when Chuck disappears on a mission, Raleigh can't grieve like he really wants to. People leave him alone well enough because they know that the two of them became sort of friends after that one night, and life's so fucking ironic isn't it. To be enemies and then friends and then lovers and no one knows what Chuck really meant to him because he can't find the words for it once he's gone.
Seven years later and Raleigh's less moved on and more like settled into what his life is now, which is paired with the program's newest and brightest, Mako Mori and they do a lot of good and kick a lot of ass together and she's really what keeps him sane most days, his best friend and sometimes lover too but she's too much of a professional to ever let it be more than just a night here and there and that's fine by him. It's just stress relief. He's in love with the past anyway, stuck on someone that's never coming back.
They're on a routine escort that goes so horribly wrong that Raleigh barely remembers what the word right means anymore. It starts with blown out tires, then gunshots, then their assignment is dead, then Mako's got a GSW in her leg and there's this man who isn't fazed by their return fire, or when Raleigh's fist connects with his face, over and over and it's like fighting a boulder, wearing himself down against an immovable force until Raleigh's on the ground, hurting in places he didn't even know he had.
And the mask comes off and he's sure for a moment that he actually just died because that's-- not possible.]
... Chuck?
[Now that he can picture a future-- it's harder than he expected it to be to figure out what he actually wants to do. He hasn't done anything that's not construction or piloting a Jaeger and neither of that's going to happen. No more Jaegers and he's too famous now to blend into obscurity, to pick up a power tool and go about his business in a group of men.
People stare at him. They stare at both of them, honestly and he doesn't know how she does it, doesn't remember how he used to bask in it because it makes his skin crawl now.
Maybe it'd be easier to figure out what he wants to do for a living if he thought about anything for longer than five minutes that wasn't related to Mako. What's Mako want to do, kissing Mako, just sitting on the couch and watching a movie with her, making dinner with her, forging a life around Mako and sometimes it sounds really clingy to him but he hasn't... really had a whole lot to hang on to over the past few years.
Raleigh's not really sure what she's working on now, there's blueprints spread all over her lap and he's... more watching her work than watching the TV at this point, sitting next to her on the couch.]
What if we got a dog?
People stare at him. They stare at both of them, honestly and he doesn't know how she does it, doesn't remember how he used to bask in it because it makes his skin crawl now.
Maybe it'd be easier to figure out what he wants to do for a living if he thought about anything for longer than five minutes that wasn't related to Mako. What's Mako want to do, kissing Mako, just sitting on the couch and watching a movie with her, making dinner with her, forging a life around Mako and sometimes it sounds really clingy to him but he hasn't... really had a whole lot to hang on to over the past few years.
Raleigh's not really sure what she's working on now, there's blueprints spread all over her lap and he's... more watching her work than watching the TV at this point, sitting next to her on the couch.]
What if we got a dog?
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