Promise Me Youll Come

“It's one of the more questionable things I’ve done in my life,” Mav grins around the words, but blinks in the time it takes for it to fall. “But definitely not the worst.”

Years worth of anger strikes hot against Bradley’s sternum, an easy emotion to fall back on despite the past twenty-four hours, but he smothers it down with the blanket, trapping it against himself as he curls onto his side to face his uncle. The heart-wrenching feeling of loss pitter-patters down his spine like the first sprinkles of rain against a window and the anger snuffs out completely as it continues to trickle down.

Or: Maverick and Rooster have a much needed conversation after everything.