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[righthemisphere]

Yeeeah because that's the way to fix this.

Raleigh gives an exasperated look, rolling his shoulders like he's going to get up but he doesn't. You know all those times Stacker bitched about Raleigh being an insubordinate asshole? Welcome to the show.

"Nah. That's not gonna work for me. You called me here because you're trying to make yourself feel better for bailing when Chuck needs you and I'm not okay with being your crashpad. Screw rank, you're my friend. What's going on??"

[luckystriker]

"Don't make me get the shotgun," Herc warns, though whether he's being serious about the threat remains to be seen.

He's just so damn tired of... everything. He's tired of fucking up, he's tired of screwing up his kid further and further and failing him again and again and again.

"Get out."

[righthemisphere]

Wow.

You know he really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but Chuck was right. That's.. depressing.

Raleigh tongues his teeth as he digests that, shoulders and jaw tight as his temper spirals around beneath his skin.

He could yell. He could break Herc's nose like Chuck told him to.

But he doesn't. He gets up. And while he doesn't think Herc would actually shoot him over this the man is clearly not in his right mind and he doesn't wanna find out for sure.

Turning his back, Raleigh goes to the door, a plume of cold air invading the space as he holds it open. Fuck you, you can freeze. He'll say one last thing over his shoulder before he goes, leaving the door open behind him.

"You know Herc? I never thought I'd say this.. you're a coward. Can't believe it."