[ So this is new territory. For Mako, for Raleigh, for Mako and Raleigh — but also for Chuck and Mako, too. When they were younger and their lives as enlistees would overlap they pushed and pulled at one another in ways that spoke of being both equals and rivals — peers in an otherwise peerless landscape. The children of war heroes with the dust of fallout still clinging to the bottoms of their boots.
They'd given up trivial, everyday things far too young; things like dating and prom and holding hands with someone you like more than anyone else in the world. And yet when Mako finds herself wondering who to ask for a second opinion, she cannot come up with a more satisfying answer than Chuck. (As tempestuous as their relationship has always been, there are few people Mako trusts more.)
Smoothing her hands over her skirt she straightens and then clears her throat in an attempt to catch Chuck's attention. When that subtlety is lost on him (it was destined to be), she speaks up, her voice carrying across the classroom strongly despite the slight curb of hesitancy to its tone: ]
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They'd given up trivial, everyday things far too young; things like dating and prom and holding hands with someone you like more than anyone else in the world. And yet when Mako finds herself wondering who to ask for a second opinion, she cannot come up with a more satisfying answer than Chuck. (As tempestuous as their relationship has always been, there are few people Mako trusts more.)
Smoothing her hands over her skirt she straightens and then clears her throat in an attempt to catch Chuck's attention. When that subtlety is lost on him (it was destined to be), she speaks up, her voice carrying across the classroom strongly despite the slight curb of hesitancy to its tone: ]
How do I look?