[ Raleigh is... not quite aware of how much time passes before she senses Chuck in the doorway -- there is a flurry of activity that she can barely keep up with, and when she can feel her strength slowly returning to him, it takes a lot of effort to focus her gaze on Chuck's face, familiar and so beloved and she'd missed him and maybe he's not crying but she is.
Not sobbing, but the tears that spill from the edge of her eyes and down the side of her face is obvious enough. She's a mess, and she knows, and she'll get better soon, you'll see -- but Chuck's looking at her in a way she'd never seen before, vulnerable and open and so very gorgeous that she wishes she could reach out to hold him, to take him in her arms again and tell him everything's fine.
He looks tired, she realises. He looks tired and sad and it hurts her heart because she'd never wanted him to be that way; never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of seeing him this way. Her fingers twitch in response to her desire to hold him, fingers involuntarily flexing. Raleigh's not going to yell at him -- she doesn't have the energy to, and all she wants is to have him close, is to hold him again, because they've been apart for too long and there isn't anyone in the world she loves more than him, and their son. ]
Sorry. [ It exhausts her, the effort it takes to form two simple syllables and a world of meaning, and she almost chokes on it, coughing. I love you. I'm sorry, and I love you. ] ...Percy?
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Not sobbing, but the tears that spill from the edge of her eyes and down the side of her face is obvious enough. She's a mess, and she knows, and she'll get better soon, you'll see -- but Chuck's looking at her in a way she'd never seen before, vulnerable and open and so very gorgeous that she wishes she could reach out to hold him, to take him in her arms again and tell him everything's fine.
He looks tired, she realises. He looks tired and sad and it hurts her heart because she'd never wanted him to be that way; never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of seeing him this way. Her fingers twitch in response to her desire to hold him, fingers involuntarily flexing. Raleigh's not going to yell at him -- she doesn't have the energy to, and all she wants is to have him close, is to hold him again, because they've been apart for too long and there isn't anyone in the world she loves more than him, and their son. ]
Sorry. [ It exhausts her, the effort it takes to form two simple syllables and a world of meaning, and she almost chokes on it, coughing. I love you. I'm sorry, and I love you. ] ...Percy?