[He's already more worried about herself than he is about what's happening to him. He doesn't think he's ready to die, or made his peace with it or whatever bullshit people sprout when they're given a life sentence. Raleigh just honestly stopped caring as much what happened to him after his brother died and the only person to draw him out of his head was Mako.
He hates the idea of her being alone, or being as withdrawn as he was.
Bringing her knuckles to his mouth, he presses his lips there for a moment.]
[She just stares at him, barely feeling the kiss, trying to process what he's saying. A year. That's nothing. Even Sensei had much, much longer than that.]
[He doesn't want to shrug, because that's careless and callous which he's not. He just.. doesn't know what anyone can do. He passed high school biology because he had to. If he can't wrap his hands around it, either to build or break it, it mostly goes over his head. That's fine.
He should've taken her with him, she would have known the right questions to ask.]
[Mako runs her thumb over his knuckles softly, trying to focus on the actionable parts of this. They can talk to other doctors. They can look at options. Over a decade has passed since Sensei was diagnosed—surely things have improved. But still, there are tears in her eyes and a horrific ache in her chest, and she can't shake either off.]
[Raleigh shakes his head a little, almost ashamed to admit it. He should have another one, because that's what people do when they want to fight it right? Or they take the news and they go home and continue smoking and keep it hidden until there really is nothing to do.
Like mother, like son, huh.
He squeezes her fingers a moment later and looks up at her for the first time in nearly a minute.]
Honestly? I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
[Mako untangles her fingers from his, then slides down off of the chair to wrap her arms around him, squeezing tight. It's a bit awkward, kneeling on the floor like this, but she has an irresistible urge to be close to him right now, and she doesn't care.]
I can make another one for you. We'll go together.
[Oh. That's nice. Raleigh curls around her like a spidermonkey, his head against her shoulder and a quiet sigh between them. It's better being close to her. The headache threatening to bloom behind his eyes, like it always does when he gets a nosebleed, feels a little more distant.]
I can call them. [But he does fully intend on bringing her with him this time.]
I don't want to leave you. I think talking about it would have made it more real.
[Mako takes in a shaky breath, willing her voice not to break, but it does anyway.]
I don't want you to go.
[She can't imagine it. In the grand scheme of things, these few years aren't much, but Raleigh is a part of her now. The thought of being without him is heartbreaking and unfathomable, and utterly unfair. Mako strokes his hair softly, combing through it with her fingers.]
Maybe they're wrong. Maybe there's a treatment they don't know about.
[He wonders which is worse-- to lose your partner, your co-pilot, your soulmate in one unexpected instant or to know it's coming and watch it happen slowly and probably painfully. And it seems like they're going to damn well find out, which just... sucks.
Mako shouldn't know what both feel like.
Raleigh leans his head into her hand, without even thinking about it. It's just habit. A natural reaction to her touch.]
Yeah. It's not like it's super common, right? Definitely need a second opinion.
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He hates the idea of her being alone, or being as withdrawn as he was.
Bringing her knuckles to his mouth, he presses his lips there for a moment.]
A year. Probably less.
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There's nothing they can do? Nothing at all?
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He should've taken her with him, she would have known the right questions to ask.]
I can get a second opinion? We can, I mean.
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Do you have another appointment?
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Like mother, like son, huh.
He squeezes her fingers a moment later and looks up at her for the first time in nearly a minute.]
Honestly? I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
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I can make another one for you. We'll go together.
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I can call them. [But he does fully intend on bringing her with him this time.]
I don't want to leave you. I think talking about it would have made it more real.
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I don't want you to go.
[She can't imagine it. In the grand scheme of things, these few years aren't much, but Raleigh is a part of her now. The thought of being without him is heartbreaking and unfathomable, and utterly unfair. Mako strokes his hair softly, combing through it with her fingers.]
Maybe they're wrong. Maybe there's a treatment they don't know about.
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Mako shouldn't know what both feel like.
Raleigh leans his head into her hand, without even thinking about it. It's just habit. A natural reaction to her touch.]
Yeah. It's not like it's super common, right? Definitely need a second opinion.