Havoc didn't even talk, or flinch much, as Fujiko pored over his hands. He just sat down on the remains of the bed, and allowed her to go to work, drinking in the closeness. His head went down to rest on her shoulder, feeling the softness of her hair on his neck and cheek as he had so oft- No! His eyes, half shut with nostalgia, sprang open and his head snapped back up off of her shoulder, pushing back from her with pained eyes. He looked into hers as she apologised, looking, hoping, praying to see something unfamiliar in those eyes he had looked into so many times.

This was the very first time they'd ever met in person apart from The Event; he'd slipped out amidst the confusion and uproar at the end of it without saying goodbye. It scared him how familiar he was with her, how he knew every contour of her body and every spot that she enjoyed. And she knew this about him too.