[ they've never stood on formality. not between the two of them. it was one thing for mori to carry herself with a straight spine- with rigid shoulders and a sharp gaze. she has always been the inverse of chuck's tightened fists and gritted teeth.
but his gaze makes it's way over her features- drawn and exhausted, and ultimately, ends in silence. it isn't for him to address. they don't share that kind of connection (not anymore) but then they're left exactly where they are now. standing opposite one another, wearing cuts and bruises like medals of honor. she has a pair of gloves in hand, and chuck nods in their direction in the absence of further greeting. she's avoiding becket, chuck's been trying to avoid her, and here they all are. he needs something to do, something to occupy his hands (occupy his nights) because he isn't sleeping, isn't eating- and the hunted look mori fixes to his features tells him she's the same.
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[ they've never stood on formality. not between the two of them. it was one thing for mori to carry herself with a straight spine- with rigid shoulders and a sharp gaze. she has always been the inverse of chuck's tightened fists and gritted teeth.
but his gaze makes it's way over her features- drawn and exhausted, and ultimately, ends in silence. it isn't for him to address. they don't share that kind of connection (not anymore) but then they're left exactly where they are now. standing opposite one another, wearing cuts and bruises like medals of honor. she has a pair of gloves in hand, and chuck nods in their direction in the absence of further greeting. she's avoiding becket, chuck's been trying to avoid her, and here they all are. he needs something to do, something to occupy his hands (occupy his nights) because he isn't sleeping, isn't eating- and the hunted look mori fixes to his features tells him she's the same.
lean and starving ghosts. ]