[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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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. ]