[ they never go anywhere spectacular, for the handful of times chuck has come calling- tugged on her hand or tapped on her door. whispered for her to come away with him. chuck can see no other future for them except as co-pilots, because he has nothing and no one. because she knows his body and his heart and his moods like she's learned the blueprints of so many jaegers. it might not be trust, but it's something, because there is no one else he comes to. not like her.
when they slip back in again it's nearly sunrise, and the temptation to watch the day start from the very edge of the eastern platform is tempered only by the consequences they would face if caught. chuck follows her back into her quarters all the same, and they walk too close. bump and knock and press- two weeds growing into whatever they might become. ]
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when they slip back in again it's nearly sunrise, and the temptation to watch the day start from the very edge of the eastern platform is tempered only by the consequences they would face if caught. chuck follows her back into her quarters all the same, and they walk too close. bump and knock and press- two weeds growing into whatever they might become. ]