[ he keeps to his post like it's an appointed duty (to be a fixed point, the last man standing) and clocks her gait somewhere outside himself. it's in his nature to shoot first ask questions later, to jump before he gets a proper line, to open his mouth before he things better of it. this isn't anything like that. the ishimura and the hellhole it'd become (turned them into) has punched holes in his armour. chuck shuts it up tight because he doesn't know what else to do with it. doesn't know how to ask for help when he's too busy trying to plug holes- when he's trying to bail himself out. he isn't like mori. he doesn't have a partner that fits into him like the valves of his beating heart. he doesn't know how to be (share, exist) with another person. chuck and his old man have the drift and nothing more. he's told himself this is enough so many times that he can't afford to believe otherwise.
but mori- mori shouldn't be locked up like that.
she closes the distance, comes in to meet him, and chuck doesn't know what she's trying to outrun- but he knows she's running. ]
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but mori- mori shouldn't be locked up like that.
she closes the distance, comes in to meet him, and chuck doesn't know what she's trying to outrun- but he knows she's running. ]