[ the fatal error in that line is that mori has always cared for pentecost. she's done so in a way that is unafraid, and bathed in the light of a jaeger touching down- of making her safe. our fathers want this for us her eyes tell him, but chuck has seen that result. he knows what his father wanted, what he chose. and it isn't a decision he'll ever trust him with again.
his feet stop, go quiet from their scuff on the unfinished floor at the sound of his name, and chuck pauses. the corner of his mouth pulls. spar with me after?, the syllables still move through the air, lodge in the walls but don't lodge in him. ] Sure.
All right, [ Mako says, doesn't fight him any more than she needs to now that he's given her a yes. With Chuck it's always been a case of picking her battles, knowing when to keep pressing and when to back down. For the longest time, they'd been estranged from one another, but Pitfall and the payload and all that's come after has given Mako another opportunity — one she doesn't plan on squandering.
Shifting her weight back and forth between her feet she doesn't turn to leave straight away. Though she doesn't come closer, she doesn't go either; just looks at Chuck for another moment longer before giving a slight dip of her chin. ]
Thank you, [ she says, though she doesn't say what for. For accepting, even after a rejection; for not shutting her out completely. For seeing her at what may be her most vulnerable and not being wholly unkind despite every opportunity to be.
They're words she knows Chuck doesn't know what to do with, so she doesn't wait for his response. ]
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his feet stop, go quiet from their scuff on the unfinished floor at the sound of his name, and chuck pauses. the corner of his mouth pulls. spar with me after?, the syllables still move through the air, lodge in the walls but don't lodge in him. ] Sure.
[ the nod is short, barely there. ]
Get goin'. Gotta stop f'those flowers.
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Shifting her weight back and forth between her feet she doesn't turn to leave straight away. Though she doesn't come closer, she doesn't go either; just looks at Chuck for another moment longer before giving a slight dip of her chin. ]
Thank you, [ she says, though she doesn't say what for. For accepting, even after a rejection; for not shutting her out completely. For seeing her at what may be her most vulnerable and not being wholly unkind despite every opportunity to be.
They're words she knows Chuck doesn't know what to do with, so she doesn't wait for his response. ]