[ Sometimes, after Raleigh gets up in the morning and he's washed the sleep-sweat from his face, he looks into the mirror and wonders if this is the kind of life his younger self would be proud of. And he always comes to the conclusion that he really doesn't care what his younger self thinks anymore.
He doesn't type the three words he'll tell her when she gets back, because those words are private. Secret. Words you don't demean or devalue by bandying them around like ornaments or gifts. Raleigh is affectionate, or passionate, or overwhelming - but only to the small group of persons for whom his life is only a suggestion and a favor, that small handful of names that Raleigh would not hesitate to retire himself to if they only ask.
Of them all, Mako's name sits at the top. Waiting is easy, when he's been waiting for her his whole life. ]
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He doesn't type the three words he'll tell her when she gets back, because those words are private. Secret. Words you don't demean or devalue by bandying them around like ornaments or gifts. Raleigh is affectionate, or passionate, or overwhelming - but only to the small group of persons for whom his life is only a suggestion and a favor, that small handful of names that Raleigh would not hesitate to retire himself to if they only ask.
Of them all, Mako's name sits at the top. Waiting is easy, when he's been waiting for her his whole life. ]