[ he doesn't take the bait, but it's for a number of reasons. chuck isn't afraid of the fight that could break out between them- there'd been enough over the years, and whatever it was that held them together (shared history if nothing else) kept the balance well enough. they don't sync up, not the way they had when they were small, but there's a kind of understanding chuck shares with her that he keeps with no one else. it isn't trust so much as a mutual awareness. swords forged in the same fires.
in many ways they are the sun and moon to eachother- opposites in every way, and held in place by gravity. they will always be constants to one another, but the same force that locks them together will forever keep them from touching.
he'll wait for her to turn back around, do whatever the hell it is she's doing, making friendship bracelets for her and becket or whatever (that's more raleigh's style and he knows it, but the grit to his teeth is there all the same. chuck's gaze returns to the window out of sheer spite. he'll throw the nearest object (a drab looking pillow no bigger than his forearm) as soon as she isn't looking. cheap shot. ]
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in many ways they are the sun and moon to eachother- opposites in every way, and held in place by gravity. they will always be constants to one another, but the same force that locks them together will forever keep them from touching.
he'll wait for her to turn back around, do whatever the hell it is she's doing, making friendship bracelets for her and becket or whatever (that's more raleigh's style and he knows it, but the grit to his teeth is there all the same. chuck's gaze returns to the window out of sheer spite. he'll throw the nearest object (a drab looking pillow no bigger than his forearm) as soon as she isn't looking. cheap shot. ]