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[He's never traded before. Particularly with a random rebel faction. It was easier than he'd thought - and more sudden. He'd meant to talk it through with her first but once the thought was there and the process so simple

-A little too simple, for the city. He had to check he hadn't just made a very bad wish. So he stands (and catches his breath) and blinks at her.]

I... no. Nothing's wrong with you?

[Penny expects bad news. The lack of it is pleasant, but doesn't explain Chase's hurry. Unless...]

I'm completely fine. Better than fine. You haven't made a trade or anything lately, have you?

[Play it cool, Robert Chase.]

What kind of trade?

A kind of trade where someone mysteriously gets her life back?

[He hesitates a second, but then approaches her, doing the chores as if nothing's changed at all.]

Give me your hand?

[The being-alive thing is difficult to process and part of Penny expects it to be like a curse: temporary, gone at midnight. She holds a hand (warm) out to Chase, palm down.]

What?

[Warm, and a thumb pressed against her wrist as he takes her hand in both of his is a final confirmation. He dips his head a minute, then meets her eyes, uncertain.]

I just... pointed out that you'd offered them something for nothing.

[She watches Chase, more interested in his apparent concern regarding the restoration of her life than that life itself for the time being.]

Thank you. It didn't seem right to ask for something, so... that was sweet.

[He looks down at her hand, still gently tracing over her pulse.]

I figured if this thing does go their way, and we wind up somewhere else, you might need it. [Though he's thought about it before and always come up short on anything she'd forgive him for trading away.] I was going to ask first...

Maybe. [Penny's unoccupied hand hovers uncertainly, then comes to rest on Chase's.]

It's okay. I was afraid you'd traded something important away for a moment there.

I figured this way you wouldn't have to put off being pleased just so you could be mad at me.

[He twines his fingers with hers, still not sure.]

Are you? Pleased.

[He did good, right? Someone tell him it was the right thing.]

When have I ever been mad at you?

[But yeah, she would have considered being slightly angry if he had done something dumb. As it is, she is pleased--immensely.]

I am, really. It's nice, just... it's hard to believe it's permanent, you know?

Oh, you've been mad at me.

[He's not forgetting that one in a hurry, Penny. But he nods.]

Trust me, I don't trust anything in this place. But when the alternative means missing whatever chance there might have been... [He hopes it's permanent. For his part, he'll do his best to keep it that way.] Does it feel different?

[That doesn't count!]

Yeah, it does. I don't know how to describe it, exactly, but everything is more. Sharper. Like... if I do this, [she frees a hand to touch Chase's face, hesitant] I can feel the heat between us. Body heat, I mean.

[He nods, a tiny movement that attempts not to shake off her hand.]

You'll have a few things to get used to again. Sweating. Feeling your pulse race or slow. Body heat's another.

[And, if it's okay, he'll take that moment to pull her in a little, just enough to fit his arms round her waist.]

I think you'll have the hang of it pretty quick.

[Of course it's okay. What isn't okay is how fast her heart is beating in response to Chase's proximity, or how frustrating it is that he isn't just a little bit closer.]

I had twenty-nine years of practice. It'll all come back.

[She takes his lack of pulling away as an okay to trace his jawline, then his lips.]

So if I kissed you right now, what would you do?

Well, I might be a little annoyed that you beat me to it. [He turns his head to follow her touch, but never too far. It's all a gradual process of leaning in, his attention flicking between her eyes and her mouth. Lingering more and more on the latter.] ...But I doubt the feeling would last.

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