002: Anger
Yancy's eye is still swollen and red when he wakes up. His face feels equal parts numb and sore at the same time. He's almost afraid to shift his jaw. His shoulder blades, smashed straight into the floor when his brother tackled him in the bar, did not appreciate his meager attempt to test his mobility.
They don't talk to each other unless they have to and it's usually in front of Marshall Pentecost. He knows the two of them are still sore at each other, but he won't take the time to sort their shit out for them. They either get with the program or find themselves looking for jobs on the pier. Best case scenario would be reassigned with new pilots, but Stacker wasn't so forgiving when it came to misconduct.
There were jokes for days about the state of his face; he took them in stride, typically more comfortable with Tendo poking at him because he knew he never meant any harm by telling him his face looked like it walked into the fist of Kaiju. So there he sits, minding his business, chewing thoughtlessly on potatoes when Raleigh slides in the empty spot next him. Yancy doesn't acknowledge him. Raleigh doesn't have to say anything, really, but he does, because Raleigh isn't one for leaving things unsaid. "I got a few tickets for an Aces game tonight. You wanna come?"
"Not, really, no, Rals," He scoops the rest of his dinner into his mouth and stands to leave. Raleigh does the same, only it's so quick that it's hard not to miss the bounce that comes straight from his heels. His is both frustrated and pleading. "Look, I get that you're pissed at me,-" Yancy tries his damnedest not to smile (bitterly) because the bruise still hurts like hell- "but we have to sort this out or we're off the program," Raleigh reminded him.
"Look, I'm not pissed at you, Raleigh, but right now, I just need my-"
The alarm roared overhead, startling everyone presently distracted with their own meals and worries up and out of their chairs. Yancy frowns as "space," fell from his mouth, deflated. Raleigh's eyes widened with all the excitement of a first time pilot. They stepped over the bench in unison; dropping his plate on the table, he followed after his brother and the others as fast as he could.
They weren't ready for this, why were even putting them up on duty?