[ his expression has shuttered to a close by the time she reaches the door, a physical battening down of the hatches as if chuck is anything like a ship at sea. as if he's a boy again, standing on shore and watching the horizon for the first shadow to come heading towards land. he isn't afraid of mako, and there are times chuck imagines he could argue that he isn't afraid of anything anymore- but he's spent his life pouring himself into armor and planting his feet.
it's the last thing he's expecting when she holds his gaze- when she watches him, watches him- then bows in absolute silence.
it leaves something sick and warm turning over in his stomach and chuck's features fracture. he knows what this is, he knows what it means and his feet move on impulse. where every inch of his body wants to take a step backward, chuck only steps forward. ]
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it's the last thing he's expecting when she holds his gaze- when she watches him, watches him- then bows in absolute silence.
it leaves something sick and warm turning over in his stomach and chuck's features fracture. he knows what this is, he knows what it means and his feet move on impulse. where every inch of his body wants to take a step backward, chuck only steps forward. ]
-Don't.