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heart skipped a beat and when i caught it you were out of reach.

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"Small things," he tells her, on the subject of what they should be talking about, "conversations don't get serious until after the third date. Before that you stick to safe subjects, like where you go on holiday, or what you saw on TV last night. Admittedly it's a wider field somewhere the watercooler topics are more along the lines of what animal you turned into last week, but the principles apply."

He sounds like an authority, but the sidelong look he shares with her is amused. They've been past this point for years. He knows she doesn't really date, at least not outside of that weird one-way affair with House, and she knows his dates rarely go beyond the first night. For both of them the effort put in with each other, if only here, is enough to stand out from the rest, and going back to handholding once past a certain point is always going to be tricky. Even if, for them, the handholding part was skipped completely.

Chase likes it, having her on his arm as they approach the restaurant over a pretty oriental bridge that will be laced with cherry blossoms sometime in spring. For all the care to arrive by the back route, there's something about this small public acceptance that has pride pressing against his ribcage.

"Making the most of it," he repeats, faux-thoughful, "Your way of warning me you'll be ordering the lobster?"

heart skipped a beat and when i caught it you were out of reach.

[as_damaged]

Small talk isn't really her strong point. What wines they like, what movies they hate. Being reluctant to start anything without knowing it's serious makes it difficult to pretend it isn't; but at the same time they've had any number of the serious conversations already. A nice, normal evening might be the most abnormal thing for both of them at this point, but it's a worthy goal.
"Thai fusion lobster? Who wouldn't?" His glance gets a wicked little smile in return. He's stuck around through worse things than the priciest option on the menu, after all.
"It'll be a year for me, next month."

heart skipped a beat and when i caught it you were out of reach.

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"If they can overprice it, they'll serve it," Chase laughs, matching her grin and letting go of her hand only to let his settle at her waist just long enough to guide her the last few narrow steps before they're welcomed into the warm pools of light surrounding the restaurant. The air is rich with ginger, lime and spice, and whatever they order - in Chase's opinion at least - the signs look promising that it will be good.

All things considered, his face falls only a little when she tots up her anniversary. He's counting his down, too, although not as urgently as he had the first few weeks.

"Someone told me if you make it more than six months here, you're in it for the long haul."