#aclinicalapproach

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RP Meme Things!He smells it even before his boy approaches, Scott’s nose wrinkling in sympathy as he drops everything to turn his full attention to the pre-teen. “Oh, man. You sure did.” Taking Raleigh’s good hand, Scott pulls him close, pressing as close to his son as he can as he rubs the other’s fingers and palm, simultaneously pulling away the other’s pain.“It’s already starting to heal,” Scott promises him. “You just sit with your old man until it’s all better, huh?” 

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Oh yooou! I did not know I shipped jalliscott as an ot3 until I met you and Val but whoop here I am. And I am very happy about it! I think you are lovely and I enjoy our interactions, I really enjoy your portrayal of Allison, and I know Jacks loves Ally too uvu. And our ot3 interactions make me so happy wow. I love your sweet heart very much, bless your (cinnamon) buns. :* xx.

Meme things!!The sound of her voice pulls him from his slumber, a lazy smile already tugging at the corners of his mouth as he cracks an eye open. She’s got Max with her, the quiet little boy standing on the edge of the bed, pressed against her side, like he’s still not quite sure he’s supposed to be here.Scott rolls over onto his back, reaching out for his little boy’s hand to tug him down before doing the same for his momma.“Happy Anniversary to you too, Mommy,” he grins, before nudging Max. “Tickle fight!” 

        They told her that he was gone. That there was nothing they could have done, that he'd been too wounded to bring back and maybe it was for the best. Trying to help him would only have prolonged the inevitable. But Allison knows better. This is Raleigh, this is /her/ Raleigh and there is nothing weak about him. They rip her dress trying to hold her back, and she rides until the horse's sweat soaks through her skirt but she does not stop until she sees him, limp, the current raging and pulling him along, from the shore and into the tide. She doesn't tie her horse when she stops, leaps off and splashes loudly into the water and the current takes him under when she's halfway cross the river. Both of them almost go when she dives for him, grips his wrist and pulls, slipping once, twice and then tripping onto the river bank with him, still moving, still pulling at his armor until she can press her hands underneath his tunic, feel for-/there/. His heartbeat. The breath she lets out is a sob and she leans down, pressing one kiss, two to his face. "Raleigh. /Raleigh/. Gods, please, please wake up. Come back to me."