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[ambidexter]

[ Raleigh's sliding the door aside before the first knock ends, and when he sees Yancy, his heart does that stupid thing it does where it skips. ]

Hey, man.

[bigblondmotherhen]

Hey, your face.

[ There's an awkward moment when Yancy just stands there, taking in the whole look of Raleigh before he drags the kid over in a bone-crushing hug--

( You asked me to come over, I'm here. )

--and then he pulls back, one hand coming up to ruffle Raleigh's hair. ] You need a haircut.

[ He's pushing for normalcy. Because it's better than thinking about how the last couple of interactions had left him quietly hurt. ]