[ Mako has been looking for him since three hours ago, when he ups and abandons her without so much as a by-your-leave -- not that she's a stickler for such things, but weren't their co-pilots and partners and so much more than that?
He leaves her so quickly that she transitions from worry to anger to worry and then a strange amalgamation of the two; deciding to spend the evening heading out to look for him instead, her papers strewn in the hotel room that they share because sometimes one or both of them wake up with tears on their faces and the other suffers a heartache so painful that it takes awhile for them to get themselves together.
The price of the Drift, she thinks -- what one feels, the other feels also, in perfect clarity.
She moves from one place to another without fail, drawing on all the memories she'd seen, his thoughts bleeding into hers yance let's go save the world mom yance codename: knifehead happy birthday let's go fishing yance raleigh listen to me mako i'm in your brain thinkin' what i'm thinkin' yance you can always find me in the drift hey where's dad we made it i made you a promise
Mako lets it all swirl in her mind, his memories inextricable from hers and she thinks of Yancy and mourns for him even if it's Raleigh's tears that spill. She's a picture of composed calm, emotions simmering beneath an impeccably neutral demeanor. She drives on and on until she finds him sitting by the curb, unrecognisable to anyone but her.
In a sea of millions, Mako would still know exactly where he is.
She stops beside him, emerges and shuts the door before she steps in front of him in silence. She scents the burn of alcohol, of misery, his coat heavy in her hands before she moves to put it over his shoulders. He must be freezing out here -- loose-knit sweaters can only do so much. ]
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He leaves her so quickly that she transitions from worry to anger to worry and then a strange amalgamation of the two; deciding to spend the evening heading out to look for him instead, her papers strewn in the hotel room that they share because sometimes one or both of them wake up with tears on their faces and the other suffers a heartache so painful that it takes awhile for them to get themselves together.
The price of the Drift, she thinks -- what one feels, the other feels also, in perfect clarity.
She moves from one place to another without fail, drawing on all the memories she'd seen, his thoughts bleeding into hers yance let's go save the world mom yance codename: knifehead happy birthday let's go fishing yance raleigh listen to me mako i'm in your brain thinkin' what i'm thinkin' yance you can always find me in the drift hey where's dad we made it i made you a promise
Mako lets it all swirl in her mind, his memories inextricable from hers and she thinks of Yancy and mourns for him even if it's Raleigh's tears that spill. She's a picture of composed calm, emotions simmering beneath an impeccably neutral demeanor. She drives on and on until she finds him sitting by the curb, unrecognisable to anyone but her.
In a sea of millions, Mako would still know exactly where he is.
She stops beside him, emerges and shuts the door before she steps in front of him in silence. She scents the burn of alcohol, of misery, his coat heavy in her hands before she moves to put it over his shoulders. He must be freezing out here -- loose-knit sweaters can only do so much. ]