[ trust is a strange concept for rangers. it is as much a current (mutable, powerful, invisible) as it is a currency. absolutes are found in one's copilot- the be all end all of a ranger's existence. when they become every inch of who they were and are and might be, lined up against someone else's. where synapses and nerve endings are forged like steel and turn out weapons all the same.
chuck had never met yancy becket. he was one of the faces that circled on static filled television screens and was a name thrown around over mess hall dinners. it isn't personal, whatever they are, but it doesn't need to be. becket is a ranger, a jaeger pilot. blood bonds and life long friendships aren't necessary parts of the equation.
the man settles on the floor, dutifully plucking at his appointed task and neither one of them mention that they should be sleeping. that there are other things to do. that in the grand scheme of things, this is somewhere closer to the middle of the priority roster. chuck throws another mangled patch of wire in his direction without a backwards glance and still manages to gouge his elbow on a stay coil. ]
Kickin' around here somewhere. [ he offers instead, and it is the closest to an invitation chuck ever really comes. when he speaks again it's a beat later. a stretch long enough for him to reconsider opening his mouth at all and his voice is quieter than anything he's let loose so far. ]
It's gonna take awhile. [ you don't have to stay. ]
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chuck had never met yancy becket. he was one of the faces that circled on static filled television screens and was a name thrown around over mess hall dinners. it isn't personal, whatever they are, but it doesn't need to be. becket is a ranger, a jaeger pilot. blood bonds and life long friendships aren't necessary parts of the equation.
the man settles on the floor, dutifully plucking at his appointed task and neither one of them mention that they should be sleeping. that there are other things to do. that in the grand scheme of things, this is somewhere closer to the middle of the priority roster. chuck throws another mangled patch of wire in his direction without a backwards glance and still manages to gouge his elbow on a stay coil. ]
Kickin' around here somewhere. [ he offers instead, and it is the closest to an invitation chuck ever really comes. when he speaks again it's a beat later. a stretch long enough for him to reconsider opening his mouth at all and his voice is quieter than anything he's let loose so far. ]
It's gonna take awhile. [ you don't have to stay. ]