[ Mako's anger dissipates in the face of such complete grief -- it might have been years, but the loss of someone much beloved never really goes away. She knows what day it is, and what it holds for him, and she is quiet for a long, long moment before she sits by him.
He's a complete mess, bruised and bleeding in several places and it's obvious that he's been in a brawl or two. ]
I know.
[ Mako is not a comforting person, and grief, no matter how intimately acquainted she is with it, is always difficult and different, an old stranger with leaves open wounds wherever it does. She'd spent hours and hours looking for him, had been frustrated, but Raleigh's crying and she can't bear to bring herself to rebuke him. ]
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He's a complete mess, bruised and bleeding in several places and it's obvious that he's been in a brawl or two. ]
I know.
[ Mako is not a comforting person, and grief, no matter how intimately acquainted she is with it, is always difficult and different, an old stranger with leaves open wounds wherever it does. She'd spent hours and hours looking for him, had been frustrated, but Raleigh's crying and she can't bear to bring herself to rebuke him. ]
I wanted to.