[ it leaves his brows arching, that's for damn sure. chuck has no talent for navigating the subtleties of polite conversation. for learning the ins and outs in ones interactions with others- the ones that can't be dealt in fists and traded in blows. it isn't a skill he's had much use for and one he hadn't entertained the idea of cultivating- but growing up in the shadows he had, he knows it when he sees it. it feels like politics. pieces lining up just so.
chuck remembers his old man coming back that night, telling him to expect the decommission. there's always been a difference between the men who make the calls and the men who hold the line, and maybe that distinction lies in longevity, but the way chuck had seen in- there weren't a hell of a lot of them that were ever going to make it out of the war alive.
no, she says. and he knows that the right answer is caving in. he knows what he needs to say to move on with the damn thing. but chuck isn't in the habit of jumping at just anybody's say so. ]
Fine.
[ it's punctuated by the tuck of fabric against his side and a shift in his posture.
fine. fine.
chuck turns his back on her and heads back into the hall. he'll manage well enough on his own. always has. ]
» action.
chuck remembers his old man coming back that night, telling him to expect the decommission. there's always been a difference between the men who make the calls and the men who hold the line, and maybe that distinction lies in longevity, but the way chuck had seen in- there weren't a hell of a lot of them that were ever going to make it out of the war alive.
no, she says. and he knows that the right answer is caving in. he knows what he needs to say to move on with the damn thing. but chuck isn't in the habit of jumping at just anybody's say so. ]
Fine.
[ it's punctuated by the tuck of fabric against his side and a shift in his posture.
fine.
fine.
chuck turns his back on her and heads back into the hall. he'll manage well enough on his own. always has. ]