Another snort from him, even in the Drift he can do those, and then he shakes his head, mentally at least.
Don't know. I'm okay but - it's wrong. They're both wrong. And we don't have time to play around
There's the impatience in him, tamped down by five years of watching from the sidelines - of not being there. But more - this is end game. He can feel it. He thinks everyone can. Life is narrowed down to a matter of days at this point and - Mako worked. She felt right. He doesn't want to start all over again with someone else - especially not when Mako was right. She'd fit the two of them like the missing piece of a puzzle. She belonged with them.
and more... he liked her. He wasn't even going to try to guess what that meant at this point in time but - she felt good, she matched him, kept him on his toes and somehow soothed him too. Made him feel comfortable again... like he belonged. He knew. He belonged with Gipsy but - out there, in the crowds, she made him feel like he was finally home there too.
He didn't want anyone else. Not for him. Not for Gipsy. Because Gipsy deserved the best and they all knew that was Mako. That he could trust Gipsy to Mako's care. Being stumped in that area didn't sit right with him and his first instinct was the fight to set it right.
Except he couldn't. He knew it now. That didn't mean it didn't frustrate him, ticking under his skin.
Who else is Stacker going to try to set us up with this late in the game? He's being too hard on her. He knows she belongs with us.
It's a mental push to stop the anger but he makes it. It's not fair - but he already knows that's the way life is. Either they'll go out together or they won't. There's no time to play around with replacements.
He hopes.
There's a mental sigh and he forces himself to stop chasing things around in his head about it.
You're right. It's - been a long time since I let myself hope for anything. But I know you're right.
a con? that's awesome! Was it dragoncon?
Don't know. I'm okay but - it's wrong. They're both wrong. And we don't have time to play around
There's the impatience in him, tamped down by five years of watching from the sidelines - of not being there. But more - this is end game. He can feel it. He thinks everyone can. Life is narrowed down to a matter of days at this point and - Mako worked. She felt right. He doesn't want to start all over again with someone else - especially not when Mako was right. She'd fit the two of them like the missing piece of a puzzle. She belonged with them.
and more... he liked her. He wasn't even going to try to guess what that meant at this point in time but - she felt good, she matched him, kept him on his toes and somehow soothed him too. Made him feel comfortable again... like he belonged. He knew. He belonged with Gipsy but - out there, in the crowds, she made him feel like he was finally home there too.
He didn't want anyone else. Not for him. Not for Gipsy. Because Gipsy deserved the best and they all knew that was Mako. That he could trust Gipsy to Mako's care. Being stumped in that area didn't sit right with him and his first instinct was the fight to set it right.
Except he couldn't. He knew it now. That didn't mean it didn't frustrate him, ticking under his skin.
Who else is Stacker going to try to set us up with this late in the game? He's being too hard on her. He knows she belongs with us.
It's a mental push to stop the anger but he makes it. It's not fair - but he already knows that's the way life is. Either they'll go out together or they won't. There's no time to play around with replacements.
He hopes.
There's a mental sigh and he forces himself to stop chasing things around in his head about it.
You're right. It's - been a long time since I let myself hope for anything. But I know you're right.