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[He's going to resist being nosy and not ask who that one is.
Instead, he packs up a jug of milk and his most recent batch of chocolate chip cookies. Then, on a whim, he grabs a bottle of whiskey too. Then he's out the door. Doesn't even matter that he's still in nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top, no shoes.]
I'll be there soon.
[True to his word, there will soon be a knock at the door.]
[ he’s damn sure brought all the right things. Raleigh’s up, wide ass awake, and opening the door almost the second Max knocks. He’s in a wide beater and sweats, barefoot, and. Well. He’s fine, physically, but he looks like there’s something under his skin. ]
[Max steps inside quickly, shuts the door, and all but drops the sack on the ground. Raleigh looks ready to jump out of his skin and, honestly, Max can't think of a single thing better to do than this: he wraps his arms around the man and pulls him in for a hug.]
[ it’s about the best thing Max can do, really. It surprises Raleigh, but he accepts it, wrapping Max up tight and burying his face into his neck, eyes squeezing shut. ]
[Once Raleigh is on the bed, max will backtrack just long enough to grab the stuff he brought and bring it back with him. Then he'll take a seat next to Raleigh, and put a hand on his knee.]
"Mm. I'm sorry to hear that." He puts a hand on Raleigh's knee. "Have you found anything that helps? I mean, I could rub your back or read to you, if any of that makes a difference."
Max can provide one of those things, Raleigh. He's already offered to. Maybe stop being so stubborn.
"You did," Max says, trying to keep his tone airy, "but don't worry about that. I always mean it when I say you can call on me any time. Nowhere else I'd rather be right now than here with you."
However. "Judging by that text though, it sounds like you'd rather be home. Are you missing your copilot?"
"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.
"No. Don't be. I'd be more sorry if you hadn't called." The fact that Raleigh had actually reached out feels like a small miracle in itself.
"That sounds like the ultimate bond of trust. If you see everything about each other. If you're in each other's heads like that. It sounds... beautiful. And hard to live without." Imagine, being so much a part of another person? When they are apart, is it like missing a limb?
"It's not the same thing, I know, but sometimes Lucas like... shares memories with me. I don't know if you've heard this, but he's a Medium. He can play them in my head, it's like being there, like being him. Those moments are..." Max sighs contentedly, "like nothing I could ever describe. And that's just one at a time.
"If you're getting that from someone about everything, all at once? Does it make the outside world feel... like it's missing something?"
"It is, yeah," he says quietly, absently dropping his hand to rest on top of Max's, taking a drink with the other one. And Max is right, he doesn't know how to live without it. It's left him spinning his tires a little.
"He's mentioned it," he murmurs, smiling a little. "But...yes. It does feel like something is missing. It's..." he wets his lips and exhales slow and quiet. "It feels like I'm missing a piece of my soul."
"I'm sorry. I can understand why you'd want to go home. If I had someone to go home to maybe I'd be singing a different tune myself."
He reaches down and takes out the tin of cookies he brought. He opens it and holds them out to Raleigh.
"But, I worry that, since it's not possible, all you're doing here is torturing yourself more. You know what I mean? Not a crime to let yourself relax a little if there's no other choice?"
He perks, looking down at the tin and taking one to munch on. Sweets are the key to his heart.
"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.
Max knew had had to come armed. He's just glad the key Raleigh's heart is so easy to make.
As Raleigh works to bring the words out, Max's hand on his leg strokes soft circles in his skin. But that grip tightens when Raleigh reveals that terrible truth.
"Oh, Raleigh. Oh, I'm so sorry." A cold sickness settles in Max as his mind grasps the full horror of that. To be connected that deeply when his partner, his brother died. It's a wonder Raleigh can function at all.
Suddenly, words don't seem enough. So, Max throws his arms around Raleigh's shoulders. "I'm so fucking sorry."
It's hard to describe the loss, the fear, the pain. Feeling it all, every second of it, from the moment Knifehead breached the hull to the second Yancy's life was snuffed out.
He leans into Max, closing his eyes a little.
"I saw him. On Halloween. Samhain. Whatever. When my mask slipped a few times, I saw him."
"Oh, god..." That party. It was supposed to be a fun event but it seems to have brought misery to so many.
"Shit, man. I can't imagine the kinds of bad memories that dragged up for you. I don't... I mean, I don't think it was really him. But, that doesn't actually matter much. It's still awful."
Max knows the feeling. He saw someone from his past too. "My mask only slipped once, and that was enough. I'm so sorry." He keeps saying that: sorry. But he just doesn't know what else there is to say.
"Is it, though?" Max asks shrewdly. "In here?" he taps lightly at Raleigh's temple. Max has reason to think otherwise. Why would he be answering a call in the middle of the night like this otherwise?
"Or here?" He taps at Raleigh's chest too, over his heart.
"There's moving on and then there's... drinking to forget. Or, working long hours to stay distracted hoping you can. Believe me, I'm intimately familiar with that concept."
"No, he admits. Not for either, his heart or his head. But what do you do? How do you move on, when you feel all of these things, all the time? It's overwhelming, and sometimes it catches up to him.
"Yeah. I've done...all of those." On more than one occasion, here, and back home.
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:19 am (UTC)[He's going to resist being nosy and not ask who that one is.
Instead, he packs up a jug of milk and his most recent batch of chocolate chip cookies. Then, on a whim, he grabs a bottle of whiskey too. Then he's out the door. Doesn't even matter that he's still in nothing but sleep shorts and a tank top, no shoes.]
I'll be there soon.
[True to his word, there will soon be a knock at the door.]
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:25 am (UTC)[ he’s damn sure brought all the right things. Raleigh’s up, wide ass awake, and opening the door almost the second Max knocks. He’s in a wide beater and sweats, barefoot, and. Well. He’s fine, physically, but he looks like there’s something under his skin. ]
Hey.
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:37 am (UTC)[Max steps inside quickly, shuts the door, and all but drops the sack on the ground. Raleigh looks ready to jump out of his skin and, honestly, Max can't think of a single thing better to do than this: he wraps his arms around the man and pulls him in for a hug.]
Tell me what's going on?
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:43 am (UTC)I’m fine.
[ no, no he is not. ]
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 04:49 am (UTC)[His tone is gentle but firm. He will slowly start trying to walk forward, intending to get Raleigh to the bed to sit down.]
Whatever it is, you can tell me.
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:50 am (UTC)Can’t sleep, I guess.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:31 am (UTC)Yeah? Does that happen a lot?
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:41 am (UTC)He watches Mad tiredly, blue eyes a little dull.
“Pretty frequently, yeah. Nightly.”
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 05:49 am (UTC)"Will you tell me what's keeping you up? Besides wanting to go home?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 03:54 pm (UTC)"I'm a chronic insomniac. It's been going on a long time. Over five years."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:51 pm (UTC)Pills, drugs, illegal drugs. Sex.
"It just...is what it is. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-06 11:58 pm (UTC)"You did," Max says, trying to keep his tone airy, "but don't worry about that. I always mean it when I say you can call on me any time. Nowhere else I'd rather be right now than here with you."
However. "Judging by that text though, it sounds like you'd rather be home. Are you missing your copilot?"
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Date: 2020-12-07 12:03 am (UTC)"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-07 04:15 am (UTC)"No. Don't be. I'd be more sorry if you hadn't called." The fact that Raleigh had actually reached out feels like a small miracle in itself.
"That sounds like the ultimate bond of trust. If you see everything about each other. If you're in each other's heads like that. It sounds... beautiful. And hard to live without." Imagine, being so much a part of another person? When they are apart, is it like missing a limb?
"It's not the same thing, I know, but sometimes Lucas like... shares memories with me. I don't know if you've heard this, but he's a Medium. He can play them in my head, it's like being there, like being him. Those moments are..." Max sighs contentedly, "like nothing I could ever describe. And that's just one at a time.
"If you're getting that from someone about everything, all at once? Does it make the outside world feel... like it's missing something?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-08 01:26 am (UTC)"It is, yeah," he says quietly, absently dropping his hand to rest on top of Max's, taking a drink with the other one. And Max is right, he doesn't know how to live without it. It's left him spinning his tires a little.
"He's mentioned it," he murmurs, smiling a little. "But...yes. It does feel like something is missing. It's..." he wets his lips and exhales slow and quiet. "It feels like I'm missing a piece of my soul."
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Date: 2020-12-09 04:21 am (UTC)He reaches down and takes out the tin of cookies he brought. He opens it and holds them out to Raleigh.
"But, I worry that, since it's not possible, all you're doing here is torturing yourself more. You know what I mean? Not a crime to let yourself relax a little if there's no other choice?"
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-09 10:17 pm (UTC)"It's hard," he says slowly, swallowing his bite of cookie. "It's hard to relax. It's been a long time since I was able to. I was.." He hesitates here, because he hasn't really dumped his story on a lot of people, and his brain is scrambled and he forgets what he's said to who.
"I was in the war," he finally says. "And it didn't go well for me. My...copilot, before Mako, was my brother. He died while we were still connected, and after that I...just drifted for years." He refuses survivors benefits, he refused treatment, he refused the brain scan. He went through his months of therapy because he had to, and then he left, discharged for disobeying orders.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-11 01:30 pm (UTC)As Raleigh works to bring the words out, Max's hand on his leg strokes soft circles in his skin. But that grip tightens when Raleigh reveals that terrible truth.
"Oh, Raleigh. Oh, I'm so sorry." A cold sickness settles in Max as his mind grasps the full horror of that. To be connected that deeply when his partner, his brother died. It's a wonder Raleigh can function at all.
Suddenly, words don't seem enough. So, Max throws his arms around Raleigh's shoulders. "I'm so fucking sorry."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-13 01:00 am (UTC)He leans into Max, closing his eyes a little.
"I saw him. On Halloween. Samhain. Whatever. When my mask slipped a few times, I saw him."
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-16 05:37 am (UTC)"Shit, man. I can't imagine the kinds of bad memories that dragged up for you. I don't... I mean, I don't think it was really him. But, that doesn't actually matter much. It's still awful."
Max knows the feeling. He saw someone from his past too. "My mask only slipped once, and that was enough. I'm so sorry." He keeps saying that: sorry. But he just doesn't know what else there is to say.
(no subject)
Date: 2020-12-18 12:06 am (UTC)"Yeah. It's fine, it's over." Raleigh doesn't particularly want to go into detail - it was...traumatic. "Time to move on, right?"
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Date: 2020-12-19 05:11 pm (UTC)"Or here?" He taps at Raleigh's chest too, over his heart.
"There's moving on and then there's... drinking to forget. Or, working long hours to stay distracted hoping you can. Believe me, I'm intimately familiar with that concept."
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Date: 2020-12-21 02:24 pm (UTC)"Yeah. I've done...all of those." On more than one occasion, here, and back home.
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Date: 2020-12-22 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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