Alaska is cold, she finds, but it is not such a different cold than the winters she experienced in Japan as a little girl, though it is difficult to remember sometimes. The memories are old and tarnished, in need of polishing and buffing but they are still there, hidden amongst the recesses of her mind, waiting to be pulled free once more.
It is the Drift that brings them back to light and consequently it is Raleigh that succeeds in soothing the hurts associated with those old memories that have been stirred to life. He takes her on vacation to a remote area in a tiny town whose name she cannot remember, hunkered down in a small cabin with weak heat and lighting so low that candles now dot the entire living room where the two copilots sit facing one another, hands locked, breathing in one anothers exhales.
He loves the cold though. He hardly even notices it anymore, wears the sweaters more out of habit than anything. The only time he really notices the weather is when you bring him somewhere hot and humid and oh God, he's melting.
He takes Mako to Nome because there's hardly any people there and it's boring as hell, and that means that no one's really following them there. No one there cares that they're Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori, because they've got their own lives to care about. The candles are doing fuck all for keeping them warm, and Raleigh runs a thumb over the back of her hand, noting how cold her fingers are.
Mako likes it more now than she used to; partially because of Raleigh's influence but also partially because it means that she can rest against him, absorb his heat and bask in his presence. She loves sitting like this, drinking him in as they sit next to each other, barely touching but still sharing so much.
"Share yours."
It's almost a command as she leans closer, letting her forehead drop against his shoulder, fingers lacing with his.
As if she has to even ask him to do that. When she leans closer, Raleigh slips an arm around her shoulders, bringing the blanket with, pretty much just wrapping her up in it with him.
She smiles to herself and nods, slipping close. It's nice, being in close proximity with him and she eagerly hogs the blanket, leeching heat from both it and him.
"Much."
Her head drops to rest on his shoulders, eyes half-lidded, and she curls in close, breathing deep.
He hums lightly in agreement, tipping his head to the side so he can rest it against hers. When they're like this, it's just about as close to being in the Drift again as they can get, just sitting silently and close together and that's also when his head hurts the most, yearning to crawl back into hers like it can tell that she's right there.
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It is the Drift that brings them back to light and consequently it is Raleigh that succeeds in soothing the hurts associated with those old memories that have been stirred to life. He takes her on vacation to a remote area in a tiny town whose name she cannot remember, hunkered down in a small cabin with weak heat and lighting so low that candles now dot the entire living room where the two copilots sit facing one another, hands locked, breathing in one anothers exhales.
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He takes Mako to Nome because there's hardly any people there and it's boring as hell, and that means that no one's really following them there. No one there cares that they're Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori, because they've got their own lives to care about. The candles are doing fuck all for keeping them warm, and Raleigh runs a thumb over the back of her hand, noting how cold her fingers are.
"You want another blanket?"
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"Share yours."
It's almost a command as she leans closer, letting her forehead drop against his shoulder, fingers lacing with his.
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"Any better?"
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"Much."
Her head drops to rest on his shoulders, eyes half-lidded, and she curls in close, breathing deep.
"This is nice."
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"Maybe tomorrow we can actually go outside."