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[ Despite the fact that he'd literally had his jumpsuit pulled down to his waist about half an hour ago, and not thought anything of it, the fact that he would have to do it now upon being asked, and more importantly being asked by someone who'd just been kissing him, made him a little giddy. He managed not to flush, at least. ]

Yeah, one second.

[ He reluctantly peeled his arm from around her waist, then went to undo the zipper from his throat down the length of his chest, enough that he could pull his shoulder and arm out. He left the other one in, for now, as he twisted the arm so she could get a better look at it. It did indeed have a stab wound - surprisingly deep, to the end of the forks so that it looks like there were four holes and then bridged across them with a scar. The whole thing was healed over, but the skin was still pink and raw and fresh. ]

[Bobbie takes his arm, staying pressed a little closer to him than is strictly necessary.]

Looks like it's healing up okay. Should we raid the med bay and try to find some painkillers?

Nah, it's alright.

[ A small, soft smile pulled at his lips as he watched her. ]

... I'll be honest, I'm just fine where I am, at the moment. I don't see the need to go anywhere in a hurry.

[She smiles at that, far too fond.]

Yeah? Why's that?

'Cause the idea that I'd get a minute alone with you without everythin' explodin' isn't one I've had for a little while.

An' there's no where else I'd rather be.

[Bobbie laughs, wrapping her arms around him again.]

Sometimes I forget how much of a hopeless romantic you are.

[ It was impossible to stop the flush, that time, the warmth spreading under his skin from his collar right up to his cheeks - but he just smiled, far too pleased.

Later, he would look back on it and think that he was being selfish. But in the moment, he actually felt happy. Which wasn't a word he'd be able to use to describe himself either back home or here on Reverie in a long time. ]

Do I need to dial it back? [ He asked, his voice teasing. ]

Hey, I never said that.

[She leans forward again, lips brushing against his for a second. She's just so glad he's okay that right now, nothing else really matters.]

[ He's still just smiling, even as her lips touch his, but before she can move or pull away again, he steals a kiss: careful and slow.

Less because he needs it to be either of those things, and more that it's hard to kiss her and keep smiling like that, at the same time.

He remembers, belatedly, that his jumpsuit is half way down on one side, and moves to thread his arm back into the sleeve. ]

[Bobbie kisses him back, just as slow and languid, reveling in the fact that it's expected now. Her hand smoothes over his bare shoulder, stealing a bit of contact before he pulls the sleeve up again.]

[ His skin prickles under the touch and his hand slows - not quite willing to pull the jumpsuit all the way back up, with her hand there.

When he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against hers, still smiling. ]

... Think that's gonna take me a bit to get used to.

[She can't help but grin back, her fingertips trailing up his neck.]

What? Kissing me?

Bein' able to. [ He pulls back a little, and for a couple of seconds it looks like he's debating between saying a few different things. But in the end he just offers her a sheepish smile, and strokes her cheek. ]

But I ain't complainin'.

[It's endearing, and her smiles softens. She settles against him, burying her face in he crook of his neck.]

You can practice as much as you want.

[ They smile widened, crinkling at the edges of his eyes, and he pressed a kiss against the top of her hair, mostly because he couldn't reach her lips from that angle. ]

You might live to regret that. Practice is important and I don't take it lightly.

[ Which may be belied a little by how happy he sounded. ]

I think I can handle it.

[If she can ever make herself move again.]

Hey, you mind if we stick together tonight? I don't want you wandering off in your sleep again.

Yeah, 'course.

Here's fine, if Naomi don't mind - think I owe her a hug, anyway. Or two.

[ He frowned. ]

Don't think we really left on the best terms, last time I was here.

Yeah, you didn't.

[She pulls back, arms still around him.]

I think she'd appreciate it if you talked to her.

Yeah. Don't worry, I will. Don't get me wrong, I was pissed as hell, but -

Well, it's been a long time, now. And she ended up comin' home. [ He frowned, a little confusion crossing his face. ] Or not a long time. Christ, it's hard to keep my thoughts straight.

That'll probably get better.

[Bobbie assumes, anyway.]

How long was she gone?

'Bout six months. She left the Roci the same time you, Prax and Chrisjen did. She kept her share in the Roci, technically, but she said she had other stuff she needed to do.

[ He shrugged, a little awkwardly. ]

Wasn't the same without her. But it wasn't my call.

[Bobbie nods, frowning at that.]

But she came back.

[Which is the part that matters.]

What happened to Prax?

She came back.

[ He agreed. That was the part that mattered. ]

After we found Mei on Io, he took her back to Ganymede, to help rebuild the station, there.

... Amos just woke up, same as I did. It's an easy bet to assume he's probably givin' this same story to Prax right now.

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