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Really? You were that close all this time?

I've jumped down far worse than two balconies so that's entirely doable.

Besides, I've seen those arms. I think I can place the entirety of my trust in them catching me.

And we didn't even know it.

Okay, but promise you'll give me a little warning first? I appreciate the trust, but I have a feeling timing might be everything here.

And I was hoping to rely entirely on your tingling Clara senses.

Not that I think you tingle every time I'm around you.

Maybe I should just avoid the word "tingle".

Is it one of those moments where the more you say the same word, the less it sounds like a word?

I think you already kind of know how I react every time I'm around you.

Tingle, tingle, tingle.

It's beginning to sound like the name of a sad elf at Christmas. I'll definitely stop now.

Maybe you should tell me more about what happens when you're around me. Maybe I've blanked out on all the details and need a very thorough, descriptive reminder.

A what?

[ pls to be explaining to the space boy, clara ]

Wait, really? [ only now he's nervous because, well, he's still figuring out how to do this, but: ] I don't know, I guess it's like... when you're around, I feel

Warm. Excited. And every time I make you smile it's even more of those things.

A sad elf? You know. Santa's little helper. Tiny person, big ears, bells on their shoes.
Do you not have Christmas?

[ have you been deprived, finn? ]

Warm. Excited. I do like those feelings.

You must feel it a lot since you do have a talented way of making me smile. I might even be smiling right now. Want to see?

We have it here in the city, but it isn't a holiday we really celebrate back home.

There, most people celebrate what's referred to as Life Day. It started out mostly as a Wookiee tradition, but it's become something more that the whole galaxy observes.

Well, I'd always want to see you, so I guess that means the answer is yes.

Life Day sounds nice. Does it also involve wearing tacky sweaters or are you safe from that horrid tradition?

But here you are, a true and fashionable kind of smile from yours truly.

[ to which she sends over a selfie with a wide smile from ear to ear, visible still in her pajamas of a tank top, hair a little tousled. ]

To be honest, I'm not very familiar with all of the traditions. Sweaters could be part of it for all I know.

[ oh. somehow he hadn't actually figured she would send him anything now-now. and it takes him a second or two to put it together that she's sporting that just-woken-up look. ]

It's a great one.

Your smile, I mean.

Remind me to get you a sweater for the occasion then.

[ maybe she's feeling a little confident, or maybe she's just still reeling over that nice dream of him. either way, she's really feeling that smile. ]

Well, since I showed you mine, now you show me yours.

Your smile, I mean.

With the weather getting colder, I could probably use it.

[ oh. he shouldn't be surprised by that when it comes, but he is taken aback a little.

still, it only seems fair, although when he finally snaps a picture of himself to send her it's clear that he's just come from the gym so he's still a little sweaty, smile somewhat looser now that he's worked off some tension. ]

There it is. And that's current, too. I didn't send an older picture or anything.

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