Lake Tahoe.

[dontchaserabbits]

The elevation in Lake Tahoe is something that requires getting used to. Raleigh's out of practice with altitude but settles in okay once once he downs the water bottle Tendo put in his rucksack like a doting mom. That man needs to get back with his kid, stop working so much.

"We're here," Mako's quiet voice announces, clear as a bell in Raleigh's ear.

"Mmm?"

"You fell asleep. Pay the nice driver so we can get out of the taxi?"

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[dontchaserabbits]

"So what? Do we throw darts at a map? Because apparently we have priorities, and geography is not one of them."

[co_pilot]

He's her home, now, and she'd be a fool to believe otherwise.

"There does not seem to be an alternative," she admits.

[dontchaserabbits]

"We'll figure something out. Maybe you'll get hired by some fancy government think tank and I'll make you dinner in between business trips."

Awfully domestic, Raleigh!

"...Sorry, that sounded...I don't know how that sounded."

[co_pilot]

"I like how it sounded," she says, her head tipping back to rest on his shoulder.

Her thumb finds the juncture between his and his index, circling the pressure point lightly.

[dontchaserabbits]

"You're going to make me sleepy doing that," Raleigh notes.



Still not actually looking at Mako, though. It feels a whole lot like...long-term planning.

("I never thought much about the future, until now. I never did have the best timing.")

"The world got a lot bigger lately."

[co_pilot]

"That would not be so bad."

Her own gaze has settled on a distant point, far beyond the water.

"You don't have to make a choice now."

[dontchaserabbits]

"The Working Group is still paying us, that is right.

"I haven't had to find a ration card in months. That's so weird."

[co_pilot]

Growing up, she'd never wanted for anything, though she'd lived a very minimal life. Now, she's content with little.

She draws his hand into her lap, traces the lifelines of his palm with her fingers.

[dontchaserabbits]

"Would you even want to go back to Japan? We could..."

Raleigh's voice drifts off at that point, straining at something.

"Go to see Masao's family? Right? The shop?"

[co_pilot]

"I would have you see it," she murmurs, and something in her heart swells at his recall of the memory.

"They would be very honored to meet you."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Likewise. It's on the list."

She's already met Yancy - as much as able. Jazmine...not an option at the moment. Mom or Dad aren't living, so.

Depressing.

"Always important to keep up with family."

[co_pilot]

"Sometimes family changes," she replies.

She knows that better than most. But he knows it too, she thinks, and takes his hand again.

[dontchaserabbits]

Is that what you are now? he wonders.

Raleigh raises Mako's hand so he can kiss her thumb knuckle. "We'll figure it out."

Says the man who is far more restless than the person he's talking to.

[co_pilot]

She smiles faintly.

"Did you still want to swim?"

[dontchaserabbits]

"Do I need to go get my suit?"

[co_pilot]

"Not if you don't want it."

[dontchaserabbits]

"Not a chance in hell."

[co_pilot]

"Well, then."

She stands slowly, using her grip on his hand to tug him up behind her.

[dontchaserabbits]

Well, then.

Raleigh was maybe...fifteen? The last time he went skinny-dipping. Definitely before Manila. (Different Raleigh all together.)

The dock isn't all that far away -- he decides to be polite (can you be polite in this scenario?) by getting to the end of the dock and starting to peel off his clothes first. All ahead full.

[co_pilot]

She'll be equally polite, at least, releasing his hand and averting her gaze until she hears the telltale splash.

[dontchaserabbits]

They'll see each other eventually. (And he's already seen her - more or less.)

Raleigh resurfaces, exhaling loudly. It's not cold, but bracing and a jolt.

"Mako?" She hasn't come up for air yet.

[co_pilot]

She surfaces close, a few feet away, only her head visible above the water.

"It's colder this time," she admits, shuddering slightly.

[dontchaserabbits]

He's already moving towards Mako, slow moving, "I'll take you swimming in Alaska sometime."

Holding a hand out.

It has to be Mako, here.

[co_pilot]

The chill dissipates the longer she treads, and her hand finds Raleigh, fingers slipping through his.

"I am sensing a theme of cold," she jokes.

[dontchaserabbits]

"It's all a matter of perspective."

The hand leads to Raleigh closing the gap to about a foot - as close as they can get without all of him being against all of her.

"What do you think is in my head right now?"