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The next leg of their tour is the European section - there aren't as many cities that were directly affected by the kaiju here, though the people seem no less effusive in their enthusiasm. Mako is at an equal disadvantage when it comes to the talk shows - her languages are better, perhaps, than Raleigh's, but she doesn't possess complete fluency in this particular part of the world.

The interviews are fairly easy to get through, though they always manage to end up fielding some question about the two of them.

("Mr. Becket, Ms. Mori, can you talk to me about the status of your relationship?")

Too many shared glances, too many moments alone; people don't want to talk about the losses of the past. They want gossip, sensational news. It's enough to make her want to scream, or tear her hair out in frustration.

She settles for the next best thing - the exercise room of the hotel they're staying in is empty at night, and there's enough space for her to wind through the movements that calm her.

She doesn't need to watch her form in the mirrors around the room; she merely closes her eyes, focuses on her breathing - and lets the stress slip away.

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"How?"

She still feels a little guilty, and the throbbing in her hand is only serving as a further reminder.

"You tell me. I could order room service and we can find a horrible movie to watch.

"What would you like?"

Wide open there, partner.

She nods once, agreeably.

"I would like that. Even the - horrible movie."

"Nice."

Raleigh points a finger out to both their doors.

"Which room?"

She moves to his, only stopping when she realizes she doesn't have the code to get in.

(It'll be better this way, she thinks, in case she falls asleep.)

Raleigh reaches around Mako to open the door, enjoying her height difference for a moment. (Small and powerful.)

The room itself once they enter is one of the larger ones they've stayed in - the bedroom is off to the left, seating area straight ahead, with a television set alongside.

"Get comfortable? I'll get some food sent up," shedding his jacket and throwing it rather aimlessly across the back of a chair.

She's very aware, in that moment, that his head manages to clear hers as he reaches over and around.

When they enter, she slips off her shoes quietly, slipping off her own jacket to leave her in the sleeveless blouse and pants she'd worn underneath, and quietly pads to the couch, curling up at one side with her legs crossed.

Her hand, for the moment, goes unnoticed again.

Food is ordered - hopefully; the concierge was hard to understand - and Raleigh comes back to the sitting area to find Mako on the couch.

"Hope you like chorizo."

She's waiting patiently, brown eyes following him as he walks.

"I'm sure it will be delicious."

She's eaten a number of new things since the tour started.

Raleigh is sure that it's meat, and that works for him most of the time. When he sits on the couch, it's at the opposite end from Mako - but somehow the combination of leaning his back against the armrest and only crossing his legs about halfway inward makes it seem like he is genetically engineered to take up as much space as possible.

"Any sight of the remote?"

Even as he asks, Raleigh makes no move to actually look for it. It's only half a plan, to be honest about things.

It's not only meat, it's spicy meat, and that's good on both fronts for her. She manages to observe with some amusement the ratio to which he takes up space on the couch versus her own tiny personal bubble.

"Hmm."

She leans forward, then shifts around, one hand slipping between the couch cushions to fish.

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It's over on the table where the television sits, but Raleigh doesn't actually move to retrieve it. He does at least point to it eventually.

She shoots him a look and then slowly untangles her limbs to stand.

"Very helpful."

She's reaching for it with her injured hand before she realizes, though the only sign of flaring pain is a subtle jerk of her shoulders and a quiet hiss between her teeth.

"What are you going to do now, with someone like me around?"

Mumbled behind Mako's back.

She turns around slowly, remote in hand.

"I ask that myself on a regular basis."

"Ever come up with any good answers?"

"None worth repeating," she murmurs, faking a sweet smile.

"Hunh. Okay then."

Raleigh sits up straighter to give Mako more room when she comes back, letting her flip through the channels if she feels like.

It takes him a minute or two to pull her hand into his lap, but he gets there.

She seats herself closer to him, taking advantage of the offered space, and decisively flips past every news channel, not caring to happen upon either of their faces tonight.

Instead, she sets it on the previously discussed terrible movie.

After a beat, her head tips to the side to rest against his shoulder.

After about half an hour of sitting like this, and a couple of questions for Mako relating to the point of having the girl run upstairs to get away from her intruder, there is a knock at the door.

"Must be the food - I'll get it -- "

Having Mako answer his door to a hotel employee is a thing they try to avoid at the moment.

She's fixated, a bowl of mixed nuts in her lap as she nibbles absently, only glancing away to watch him answer the door.

Perhaps she doesn't mind the view from this angle, either.

Her attention returns to the screen before he returns, and she sets the bowl on the coffee table, rising to her feet with the intention of helping.

For once, the room service guy isn't nosy. Still, Raleigh doesn't let him push in the cart.

"I think they sent up half a pig," Raleigh calls from the doorway. When he sees Mako get up to help, she gets waved off rather adamantly. "Stop that."

She freezes, one hand braced against the armrest of the couch.

"Is it really half a pig?"

"No, I'm a dirty liar. But it is a lot of food."

Spanish hotels apparently send up a serving plate and then you dish out the meal you want yourself from the choices. Raleigh's busy with his back to Mako, making up two of them to bring over.

She's elected to put the movie on pause. All the better for him to enjoy the disastrous plot when he returns to sit beside her.

She leaves enough room for him to sit, sprawl or whatever he likes, absently shooting a glance down at her knuckles. They look better, though the bruising will have to be covered up somehow before their next interview spot.