[ Mako frowns; they'll have to talk about Raleigh's tendency to apologize profusely for pretty much every little thing. She's coming up behind him when he rises, and gestures him to the passenger's seat. He's not going to do any driving tonight, not if she can help it. ]
He wants another beer. Raleigh stumbles when she guides him into the passenger seat, he's in no mood or state to fight her on it. He doesn't want to drive drunk (because Yancy always told him that he'd kick his ass all the way to Antarctica and back before he murdered him if he did) and he's shaking his head a little, brushing his knuckles against his eyes again.
He waits like a block before he says softly.]
I really hate him sometimes. And then I get pissed at myself because how do I hate my best friend.
Mako is patient when he stumbles into the passenger seat and she starts up the engine, listening quietly when he speaks up. She would be lying if she said that she completely understood his pain, but still -- she knows a thing or two of death. ]
...Because you thought that he would be there for you always.
Yeah. [That's part of it. A big part of it, actually because he had always, always been Yancy's little brother his whole life until the one horrible moment that he wasn't anymore and Raleigh was left to stumble around, trying to figure it out and he still doesn't think he has the entire answer.]
But also because he was going to tell me to get out and save myself.
Mako doesn't know what to say to that, so she keeps quiet -- she supposes Raleigh doesn't want to hear any sort of denial or platitude right now, and Mako's too honest to say something she doesn't mean.
[Raleigh's completely unsurprised that she both saw it in the Drift and then never brought it up because that's just how Mako is. She doesn't really prod the sensitive parts because she's curious. She keeps her distance when it's needed.
It's about respect, Mister Becket.
He still won't look at her, staring straight ahead into the oncoming traffic, the way the lights reflect off glass windows and the pavement, brooding on how much he just hates this day.]
I hate the Gage twins too. Because they let it get past them. [And that makes him feel shitty as well, because undoubtedly, the Gage twins would've died sooner than they did if they had met Knifehead that night instead of the Beckets.]
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[ Mako frowns; they'll have to talk about Raleigh's tendency to apologize profusely for pretty much every little thing. She's coming up behind him when he rises, and gestures him to the passenger's seat. He's not going to do any driving tonight, not if she can help it. ]
wow i hurt myself here
Yes.
He wants another beer. Raleigh stumbles when she guides him into the passenger seat, he's in no mood or state to fight her on it. He doesn't want to drive drunk (because Yancy always told him that he'd kick his ass all the way to Antarctica and back before he murdered him if he did) and he's shaking his head a little, brushing his knuckles against his eyes again.
He waits like a block before he says softly.]
I really hate him sometimes. And then I get pissed at myself because how do I hate my best friend.
omg bb
Mako is patient when he stumbles into the passenger seat and she starts up the engine, listening quietly when he speaks up. She would be lying if she said that she completely understood his pain, but still -- she knows a thing or two of death. ]
...Because you thought that he would be there for you always.
lays down in becket feels always
But also because he was going to tell me to get out and save myself.
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Mako doesn't know what to say to that, so she keeps quiet -- she supposes Raleigh doesn't want to hear any sort of denial or platitude right now, and Mako's too honest to say something she doesn't mean.
So she waits for more. ]
...I saw that.
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It's about respect, Mister Becket.
He still won't look at her, staring straight ahead into the oncoming traffic, the way the lights reflect off glass windows and the pavement, brooding on how much he just hates this day.]
I hate the Gage twins too. Because they let it get past them. [And that makes him feel shitty as well, because undoubtedly, the Gage twins would've died sooner than they did if they had met Knifehead that night instead of the Beckets.]