[ The lights of the bay behind them blind him, crack his head open again and bleed migraine pulses from the front of his eyes to the top of his skull. The exhaustion he feels after Leatherback and Otachi doesn't really compare to the igniting of synapses brought about by Knifehead, though, so Raleigh only scrubs a gloved hand over his face, grateful for the shadow provided by Striker.
He's grateful that Chuck can't see his expression, too. Raleigh turns his head down, busying his hands with setting the first-aid kit down on the crate in the space beside him, where Chuck can see it.
Raleigh'd known that Chuck wouldn't have had his injuries treated, carrying them instead out of spite or anger, he doesn't know. It shames Raleigh as much as it exasperates him.
A mission this big, this important, it was amazingly stupid of him to jump on Chuck and potentially compromise him like that.
He was just so angry.
Raleigh nods, amicably agreeable. ] Striker's your baby. [ He props open the kit, looking for antiseptic wash. ]
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He's grateful that Chuck can't see his expression, too. Raleigh turns his head down, busying his hands with setting the first-aid kit down on the crate in the space beside him, where Chuck can see it.
Raleigh'd known that Chuck wouldn't have had his injuries treated, carrying them instead out of spite or anger, he doesn't know. It shames Raleigh as much as it exasperates him.
A mission this big, this important, it was amazingly stupid of him to jump on Chuck and potentially compromise him like that.
He was just so angry.
Raleigh nods, amicably agreeable. ] Striker's your baby. [ He props open the kit, looking for antiseptic wash. ]