[ because Raleigh still didn't really know Chuck; only knew the spitfire in the hall, the one that nodded his approval, the one that marched into the breach for them.
he leaves it at that, and when Mako arrives Herc is already in the class room. he's cleared a space where he's left the sandwiches, clad in a sweater and rummaging through one of the piles of wood and scraps they've managed to accumulate. ]
[ By now Mako is healing up reasonably well — though perhaps not as well as she could be, given how hard she's been pushing herself. Things, however, have begun to settle around the lot of them now; connections which had been tried and tested have re-established themselves; equilibrium is looking to sort itself out. It's a challenge, given Yancy's presence and the sudden readjustment for two to become three. But she and Raleigh aren't avoiding one another anymore, she and Chuck have actually held a conversation together.
There's a favoring in Mako's gait from one side of her body over the other and when she moves to pull a pair of working gloves from her back pocket, there's a stiffness to her spine before she offers them to the marshal with one hand.
[ his gaze rakes her from head to foot, as though in one sweep he'd be able to discern everything wrong with her. he can't know, not exactly; not aside from what they've told him. he'd say he has more of an idea with Chuck, but even that much was tenuous.
that was the problem with soldiers, and Herc was the same.
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Grabbed some sandwiches if you're hungry.
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I told him it wouldn't work.
[ Because she knows Chuck way better than anybody thinks she does. Herc would know that. They were children together once. ]
I could eat.
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[ he's fairly certain it did, considering the conversations he'd seen, and he chuckles to himself before shaking his head. ]
See you in a tick.
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[ Which means it ended up backfiring because Herc and Mako both know you don't play chicken with Chuck without expecting to lose. ]
Yes, sir.
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[ because Raleigh still didn't really know Chuck; only knew the spitfire in the hall, the one that nodded his approval, the one that marched into the breach for them.
he leaves it at that, and when Mako arrives Herc is already in the class room. he's cleared a space where he's left the sandwiches, clad in a sweater and rummaging through one of the piles of wood and scraps they've managed to accumulate. ]
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There's a favoring in Mako's gait from one side of her body over the other and when she moves to pull a pair of working gloves from her back pocket, there's a stiffness to her spine before she offers them to the marshal with one hand.
Marshal.
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that was the problem with soldiers, and Herc was the same.
he takes the gloves and nods toward the table. ]
Lunch?