[ Mako looks up after a beat, after his confession. He's missed her, and Raleigh's never been good at lying. Her hands are folded in her lap now, and with it comes a surreal sense of calm, and the knowledge that if she says anything in this moment, she's just going to start crying.
And so she takes a few deep, silent breaths, heart aching in the presence of something so vulnerable, so raw. Raleigh's always been someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, his heart, so easily bruised -- and she swallows, her gaze finding his. She musters the briefest of smiles, there and gone so quickly that it could have been a trick of the light. ]
I missed you, too. [ beat. ] I never thought I'd see you here.
[It's maybe more of a testament of how well he knows her, that he can sit there and wait for her to say something and not feel any panic. Because he knows that she's prone to silences, that she needs time to collect her thoughts sometimes and he'd pretty much wait forever for her if he had to.
When she speaks, he smiles back at her, the same kind of smile that's fleeting, blink and it's gone.]
[ That's the cheesiest line she's ever heard in her entire life and it's so Raleigh that she cannot help but laugh, once -- and something loosens, just a little bit, in her chest.
They're still looking at the pieces of all there once was between them, but at least now, there's a little flicker of hope. ]
[ Not too far away from them, however, Eleanor starts to fuss, and Mako is already rising to her seat, moving towards her. ]
Eat. [ She tells him as she passes him. ] You haven't touched your food.
[ Hefting Eleanor from her cot before she can graduate to full-grown crying, she carries her back to the dining table, mildly apologetic. ] She's developed a bit of a separation anxiety habit.
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shhh baby enjoy the ride c:
And so she takes a few deep, silent breaths, heart aching in the presence of something so vulnerable, so raw. Raleigh's always been someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, his heart, so easily bruised -- and she swallows, her gaze finding his. She musters the briefest of smiles, there and gone so quickly that it could have been a trick of the light. ]
I missed you, too. [ beat. ] I never thought I'd see you here.
this ride hurts i want off
When she speaks, he smiles back at her, the same kind of smile that's fleeting, blink and it's gone.]
Maybe it's fate.
too late you're strapped in
They're still looking at the pieces of all there once was between them, but at least now, there's a little flicker of hope. ]
We'll sort this out, won't we?
c r i e s
Yeah. Course we will.
DON'T CRY
Eat. [ She tells him as she passes him. ] You haven't touched your food.
[ Hefting Eleanor from her cot before she can graduate to full-grown crying, she carries her back to the dining table, mildly apologetic. ] She's developed a bit of a separation anxiety habit.