[ Because Raleigh doesn't randomly hit people unless they're really asking for it. For all of his quirks Raleigh has never been one to engage in active combat, never quite one to look for trouble when there isn't any. Even with Chuck, there had been a active catalyst, he'd been on the edge after the Drift, looking for any reason to jump into the fray and what happened was --
-- oh.
Mako idly scuffs her boot against the concrete floor, sensing the memories that flicker through Raleigh's mind, vague impressions of Yancy, of Raleigh's rebellious nature before he came to her matured, but still essentially the same. Three against one, then? Great odds, not unlike what they'd had earlier this evening, and the adrenaline rush of the fight slowly starts to ebb -- and with that, Stacker's reminder stands clearly in her mind; they might be compatible, but clearly, neither of them have a restraining effect on the other.
She contemplates that, on the likely reason why Raleigh lashed out the way he did, touches upon his blistering anger and she exhales, her hand seeking his to thread her fingers through. ]
[Shouldn't have, maybe but that doesn't change that he did and he'd do it again.
Raleigh squeezes her hand when she links their fingers, and still doesn't look at her directly for a few more moments. Stacker was right, that's true. They egg each other on, not in the same way that he and his brother did, that was giving each other shit. With Mako, it's like they believe in each other so much that they have no choice but to do better, to be better, to push harder. She wasn't experienced enough to reign in her memories during that first Drift but he wasn't experienced enough to help her either.]
[ ...Yes, well. She leans back against the wall and closes her eyes, relaxing against the cool stone. Mako doesn't judge, and isn't interested in condemning him -- Raleigh is hot-headed at the worst of times, his avid dislike for people clear for all to see, especially the journalists, the reporters, the ones who think they have a right to his -- their -- lives. ]
We should still see the Leaning Tower, when we get out. [ No use stewing over what's already done, Raleigh. They've got a crooked building to see, and hapless tourists to be bemused at. ]
[He's not stewing-- alright maybe he is. Because he's still mad at that guy, still doesn't feel like the fight is over but does he really know how to judge that, when to realize the fight is over and he's either won or lost? No, he doesn't think so. He thinks he just fights and fights and fights until something makes him stop sometimes.
[ Raleigh is Raleigh, to Mako. He comes with his flaws and gifts (and so much of the time, they're all jumbled, wonderfully complicated things), and Mako accepts them all because he'd done the same for her, because he fills an important place in her heart, she could never imagine what not having him with her would be like.
His hand is warm in hers, and she smiles at the thought of breakfast. ]
We'll be free soon. [ She points to the smallest changes in the sky in the little window of their holding cell. It's minor, the lightening of the dark skies, but it's slowly happening. ]
Look, the sun's rising. [ Mako muses. ] Our first sunrise in a police station. [ That ought to be in a record somewhere. ]
[Mako Mori doesn't have flaws if you ask him. And yes, he knows how that sounds. Right now, she's getting him to relax and forget his anger and that's such a wonderful thing to do.]
Too bad we don't have a camera. How pissed do you think Hansen is?
[ ...Raleigh, you have it so bad, baby. But at least he's relaxing and not quite about to pick a fight with the next person who so much as breathes in his general direction, and that's wonderful, indeed.
She closes her eyes, wonders if it's proper to take a quick nap. ]
Very. [ She looks chagrined. ] It must be very late, where he is. [ Timezones, all that, and she's sorry he had to wake up for this; if he'd been asleep. ]
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[ Because Raleigh doesn't randomly hit people unless they're really asking for it. For all of his quirks Raleigh has never been one to engage in active combat, never quite one to look for trouble when there isn't any. Even with Chuck, there had been a active catalyst, he'd been on the edge after the Drift, looking for any reason to jump into the fray and what happened was --
-- oh.
Mako idly scuffs her boot against the concrete floor, sensing the memories that flicker through Raleigh's mind, vague impressions of Yancy, of Raleigh's rebellious nature before he came to her matured, but still essentially the same. Three against one, then? Great odds, not unlike what they'd had earlier this evening, and the adrenaline rush of the fight slowly starts to ebb -- and with that, Stacker's reminder stands clearly in her mind; they might be compatible, but clearly, neither of them have a restraining effect on the other.
She contemplates that, on the likely reason why Raleigh lashed out the way he did, touches upon his blistering anger and she exhales, her hand seeking his to thread her fingers through. ]
...You shouldn't have, Raleigh.
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Raleigh squeezes her hand when she links their fingers, and still doesn't look at her directly for a few more moments. Stacker was right, that's true. They egg each other on, not in the same way that he and his brother did, that was giving each other shit. With Mako, it's like they believe in each other so much that they have no choice but to do better, to be better, to push harder. She wasn't experienced enough to reign in her memories during that first Drift but he wasn't experienced enough to help her either.]
He deserved it anyway. He's such a creep.
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We should still see the Leaning Tower, when we get out. [ No use stewing over what's already done, Raleigh. They've got a crooked building to see, and hapless tourists to be bemused at. ]
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Raleigh lets out a slow breath and nods.]
And get some pizza, I'm starving.
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His hand is warm in hers, and she smiles at the thought of breakfast. ]
We'll be free soon. [ She points to the smallest changes in the sky in the little window of their holding cell. It's minor, the lightening of the dark skies, but it's slowly happening. ]
Look, the sun's rising. [ Mako muses. ] Our first sunrise in a police station. [ That ought to be in a record somewhere. ]
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Too bad we don't have a camera. How pissed do you think Hansen is?
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She closes her eyes, wonders if it's proper to take a quick nap. ]
Very. [ She looks chagrined. ] It must be very late, where he is. [ Timezones, all that, and she's sorry he had to wake up for this; if he'd been asleep. ]