[That's something that Raleigh never expected her to ask, even though it makes sense they would talk about it, have to put words to it at some point. Does he love her? Did she not see everything in the Drift? Is the sky blue?
It doesn't bother him so much anymore, when Mako touches his side, brushes against his scars. He's got new ones, fresh ones from Pitfall that are still red and angry, layered with the ones from five ago.
Something's a little off this morning. The distraction of kisses aside, she seems more somber and quiet than she usually and that's saying something for Mako.]
[ Mako doesn't smile at that, because she has to know, because some things are better when spoken instead of known. Her fingers trace over his scars, old and new -- he's her hero even if he thinks otherwise, he's been through so much, and yet he still gives without complaint. Raleigh is a neat package of complications under a simple exterior, and her thumb lightly strokes over one of the newer scars, smoothing over the raised flesh.
She wears some of them herself, knows how sensitive it can be. Mako is quiet as she contemplates this simple, profound truth. Does she love him? How does she define it? ]
I don't know what it's supposed to mean. [ It's nebulous, undefinable and all-encompassing, and is she doing this right? Does she love him? ]
[So this isn't really a cute moment, it's more serious than that, Raleigh's gathering now because she's not smiling or laughing at him and he mimics her mood without even realizing he's doing it.
He moves to put his fingers through her hair, as she traces over his scars.]
[ How best to say this? She's sure that there isn't any easy way to start this conversation, especially when she'd been mulling over it for the longest time.
Brushing her fingers over a particularly nasty one that narrowly skirts a nipple, Mako finally says, ]
I was wondering if I loved you. Someone told me that if I didn't, I should let you go.
[Raleigh tenses, more so than he already has, and he reaches to catch her her hand, make her fingers stop doing that because it's distracting. They haven't really talked about it, have they but he thought it was so obvious and she can't leave, that's not an option, he won't accept it so she must love him.]
[ Her hand stills in his, and she stops to look at him, bereft of her distraction. It's only when she looks into his eyes that she gains more of an awareness, an understanding, perhaps. She doesn't want to be without him; he's so much a part of her that she doesn't know what to do with it.
It should terrify her, but it doesn't.
She breathes. ] I don't know. But no, I'm not. [ The thought of sending him away makes her tighten her fingers on his. She leans closer, hesitant. ] I don't want to let you go.
[He's still not really appeased by that answer. Raleigh doesn't relax, telling him that she doesn't want to let him go-- that doesn't really solve what's really bothering him. Because he doesn't want her to stay because she feels obligated to.]
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It doesn't bother him so much anymore, when Mako touches his side, brushes against his scars. He's got new ones, fresh ones from Pitfall that are still red and angry, layered with the ones from five ago.
Something's a little off this morning. The distraction of kisses aside, she seems more somber and quiet than she usually and that's saying something for Mako.]
Yeah. Do you really even have to ask?
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She wears some of them herself, knows how sensitive it can be. Mako is quiet as she contemplates this simple, profound truth. Does she love him? How does she define it? ]
I don't know what it's supposed to mean. [ It's nebulous, undefinable and all-encompassing, and is she doing this right? Does she love him? ]
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He moves to put his fingers through her hair, as she traces over his scars.]
What's bothering you?
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Brushing her fingers over a particularly nasty one that narrowly skirts a nipple, Mako finally says, ]
I was wondering if I loved you. Someone told me that if I didn't, I should let you go.
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Do you? Are you going to?
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It should terrify her, but it doesn't.
She breathes. ] I don't know. But no, I'm not. [ The thought of sending him away makes her tighten her fingers on his. She leans closer, hesitant. ] I don't want to let you go.
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How do you not know if you love me or not?