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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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She playfully swats his hand away, lifting her head.

"We could make a game out of it. Tell them a different story each time."

"It would at least be diverting."

("But Mr. Becket - there are no more Jaegers. Will you and Ms. Mori even work together again after this?")

"When's the last time you had a date?"

"And drive the press crazy. They would hate to have anything less than the truth."

Her head jerks up at the question.

"A what?"

"Well that's an answer."

"I suppose it would've been obvious," she answers, glancing at her hands.

What about Mako is obvious?

"Maybe they keep asking you that stuff because you have admirers."

"I think more people would be disappointed if you were spoken for."

Raleigh's head falls back against the wall.

"You're only saying that because of that crazy woman in Tahiti. How many times did she ask to marry me? 7? 8?"

Mako grins.

"You let her down very gently."

"She was petrifying! And you should have rescued me."

"What could I have done?"

"Find the nearest whip and chair?"

"Ah, yes. That would do it," she replies, stifling a smile.

Raleigh is still looking up at the ceiling.

"Or I could just ask you out."

Definitely still looking at the ceiling.

"Yes, send them after me then," she replies, still smiling before she notes his expression.

"You are serious."

"I could be not serious. If that's preferable."

Raleigh is very flexible that way.

Looking at Makp now (finally), "I don't want whatever happens to us to be on public display. But I was thinking that...I should just state my intent."

"I did not mean - "

She draws in a breath. Sighs. Did we mention she's not very good at this kind of thing?

"If you asked. I would say yes."

"...that'd be great. Good."

That is awesome actually.

"Looking forward to it."

She glances down to hide the full width of her smile, and when she looks up, it's much more subdued as she nods.

"Me too. Very much."

"It's times like these when I wish I were in your head again."

Complications.

"I just don't want you to think that this is some sort of requirement."

Almost all pilots are couples or siblings.

"I know it is not."

She shakes her head firmly.

"I did not have an expectation."

"But you had a hope?"

Please please tell Raleigh you had a hope, Mako.

"Possibly."

A beat. We're trying for honesty here, okay?

" - yes."

"Yes!"

Tiny fist pump of victory.

Cue minor blinking.

Someone's very enthusiastic at this time of night.