[ Yeah, but it does the job. Herc's still blind when it comes to his son, so he doesn't know what being a Ranger means to Chuck, that Chuck doesn't know how to be anything else, but Chuck, Herc understands, also doesn't know what it means to be a Ranger on terms that aren't his own.
Chuck is a Ranger, but he doesn't acknowledge his limits like a good Ranger should. No one is above the rules, not even the best -- understanding that is what had made Stacker so efficient a pilot, and the lack of understanding that is what will, in short years to come, bring the Becket brothers down too.
The kid can't get it through his head. Never needed to, with talent like his. ]
Good call. [ Herc looks around the room in a glance, like he's only just really realized where they are. The reality of it seems to hit him all at once -- the fight, the celebration, the context of the situation beyond Chuck -- and he relaxes a fraction even if the line of his shoulders are still tensed and wary. There's a measure of acquiescence in Chuck's reply, so Herc just gestures to the door with a tilt of his head.
Chuck's fists clench and loosen at his side a couple of times. Seriously having a pissing match with his dad all night is tempting, because he really, really cannot stand the idea of leaning on Herc for anything.
But he also thinks he might throw up again if he has to stand for longer than five minutes and he knows damn well that velcroing with his dad is the only way to keep that from happening.
Vomiting has never been so appealing.
But in the end, he is serious about not hugging it out in the fucking bathroom, so he stalks off towards their bunk.]
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Chuck is a Ranger, but he doesn't acknowledge his limits like a good Ranger should. No one is above the rules, not even the best -- understanding that is what had made Stacker so efficient a pilot, and the lack of understanding that is what will, in short years to come, bring the Becket brothers down too.
The kid can't get it through his head. Never needed to, with talent like his. ]
Good call. [ Herc looks around the room in a glance, like he's only just really realized where they are. The reality of it seems to hit him all at once -- the fight, the celebration, the context of the situation beyond Chuck -- and he relaxes a fraction even if the line of his shoulders are still tensed and wary. There's a measure of acquiescence in Chuck's reply, so Herc just gestures to the door with a tilt of his head.
After you. ]
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Chuck's fists clench and loosen at his side a couple of times. Seriously having a pissing match with his dad all night is tempting, because he really, really cannot stand the idea of leaning on Herc for anything.
But he also thinks he might throw up again if he has to stand for longer than five minutes and he knows damn well that velcroing with his dad is the only way to keep that from happening.
Vomiting has never been so appealing.
But in the end, he is serious about not hugging it out in the fucking bathroom, so he stalks off towards their bunk.]