I’m all in for those ships where one is really cute and looks so innocent but can cut your neck if you piss them off and the other seems all rough and tragic past and all but it’s a big cute puppy who will follow the other to the ends of the earth.
You could see it. We connected. We practically Drifted right there, with everyone watching. It was even tighter in some ways than he and Yancy had been, because with Yancy, he’d expected to know what his partner was going to do. With Mako, there were no expectations. He was completely in the moment, riding the present, feeling each second of time…
It didn’t seem possible, didn’t seem right, that they should have
destroyed the Breach and gotten all the way back to the surface. How could they
have gotten all this way and Raleigh be dead?
Not when we did the hard part,
Mako thought. No.
She held him tighter.
Then Raleigh coughed and opened his eyes.
“You’re squeezing me too hard,” he said softly.
Mako laughed, a short bark of joy and relief. She was crying as she
kissed him, as she had wanted to since she first saw him scarred and alone in his
room that night he’d arrived at the Shatterdome. He returned the kiss and they
held each other tightly, each feeling the other release all the desperation and
fear and loss they had felt during the day just past. Had it only been a day?