Raleigh chuckled. “You’re still a real dick, you know that.”
“And you’re still a washed up old geezer,” Chuck replied, prompt and still smiling. “We’ve all got shit we carry with us into the drift.”
“Yeah,” Raleigh murmured, Yancy’s face flitting across his mind, “I guess we do.”
“‘Sides, we don’t have to like each other all that much for this to work.”
“For, uh, for what to work?”
Chuck gave him a disbelieving look. Raleigh got the feeling once again that he was missing something, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You serious?” Chuck scratched at his chin, the motion drawing Raleigh’s attention back to his mouth. “Have you always been this slow on the uptick when you’re being pulled?”
Before the last mission, Raleigh and Chuck come to a truce – and then some. 😉