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[righthemisphere]

Raleigh closes he distance between them in a heartbeat, fist curled in Chuck's front, snarling in his face.

His other fist is raised, ready to strike, but he doesn't.

Their faces are very close. He is very, very close to punching Chuck in the throat.

It's an intense, acidic moment of will they won't they and before Chuck can hit him or slap him off and back Raleigh shoves off.

"You know what? I don't need this shit. Not from you, not from anyone. I'm sick of pandering to your vanity."

He could fight. Instead he leaves. Picks up his camera bag and wrestles it open enough to rip out the hank of incense he'd collected. He swears to himself- fuck this, fuckin'bullshit I made a mistake emotional fuckin'- and slams it down on the floor on his way out.

[suicidemission]

He’s almost waiting for raleigh to hit him. Boo him in the nose like he did in the Dome. Fight chuck for his brutal words and sharp tongue. And he doesn’t - he turns coward, and—

Course he does.

“Vanity, WHAT vanity—“ he snarls, eyes red. “You— fuckin useless, yeah, go on then, love. Leave. You’re fuckin good at that, aren’t you? Go on, then. LEAVE!”

[righthemisphere]

It's rage, then. He should walk away. He really, really should. And he does.

But Chuck's words sling like arrows into his back and he sees red and he Could fuCKING KILL HIM!

Frothing with anger, Raleigh looks around and grabs the heavy, oak side table by the front door. He gives a feral roar and rips it away from the wall- sending it's contents smashing over the floor- before slamming open Chuck's door and stalking out into the night

[suicidemission]

Jesus, Raleigh.

Chuck watches Raleigh smash his table, the little vase and careful knick knacks smashing to the floor. The place is basically a replica of his grandparents - it could be argued Raleigh just smashed heirlooms, but Chuck's to pissed to even focus on that.

"WOW, dramatic much?! Pissed cause I'm calling you out? Fine- get out, get out of my house, you fucking liar-"

He'll stand in the doorway, face red and ugly, furious, devastated. He hates this place. He hates this place and it's false hopes and dreams, for giving him a few moments of beauty before revealing its ugly truths.

"Coward," he screams into the night at Raleigh's receeding back. "Coward! I hate you, I hate you--"