He knows, then. Raleigh knows where Mako's been, and from the look in his eyes he knows exactly why she was there. Stacker Pentecost used to be in the Marines, and it's not surprising that Raleigh would know him -- but what she hadn't expected was for him to come after her and to connect the dots so quickly. She takes a sip of the cold beer anyway -- his favourite brand, and she never used to care for it until recently -- buying herself a moment or two of time.
How much does he know, how much can she salvage?
It makes her heart sink, when the realisation sets in that he knows, and with it comes the inevitable sense of betrayal, and what it looks like when it's all laid out like this in front of him. Mako meets his eyes even if it pains her in ways she can't explain, because he's someone she's never meant to hurt, he's collateral damage and she regrets it, and things would be so much easier if she hadn't fallen for him along the way. She sets the beer aside on the counter, not crossing the distance now between them.
No wonder he's been smoking so much more than he's used to. But there is no excuse for her to use, no denial to issue in the face of such a question, because it's beneath the both of them and he deserves better. ] You weren't supposed to know that, Raleigh. [ Her gaze slides over to where she knows his gun would be, she knows what it means when a mole is discovered in their midst. The gang, after all, had its own rules and laws, and Raleigh is obliged to enforce them; no exceptions. Mako lifts her eyes back to his, the lover she'd never meant to have, and stubs out the cigarette on the counter. ]
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He knows, then. Raleigh knows where Mako's been, and from the look in his eyes he knows exactly why she was there. Stacker Pentecost used to be in the Marines, and it's not surprising that Raleigh would know him -- but what she hadn't expected was for him to come after her and to connect the dots so quickly. She takes a sip of the cold beer anyway -- his favourite brand, and she never used to care for it until recently -- buying herself a moment or two of time.
How much does he know, how much can she salvage?
It makes her heart sink, when the realisation sets in that he knows, and with it comes the inevitable sense of betrayal, and what it looks like when it's all laid out like this in front of him. Mako meets his eyes even if it pains her in ways she can't explain, because he's someone she's never meant to hurt, he's collateral damage and she regrets it, and things would be so much easier if she hadn't fallen for him along the way. She sets the beer aside on the counter, not crossing the distance now between them.
No wonder he's been smoking so much more than he's used to. But there is no excuse for her to use, no denial to issue in the face of such a question, because it's beneath the both of them and he deserves better. ] You weren't supposed to know that, Raleigh. [ Her gaze slides over to where she knows his gun would be, she knows what it means when a mole is discovered in their midst. The gang, after all, had its own rules and laws, and Raleigh is obliged to enforce them; no exceptions. Mako lifts her eyes back to his, the lover she'd never meant to have, and stubs out the cigarette on the counter. ]
Are you going to kill me?