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[ She nods. ]

I had the feeling you'd had an encounter with him.

[ A finger traces the rim of her glass. ]

Was it okay? Or not so much?

It was... a lot.

[He isn't quite sure how to explain it.]

Like being hit with a truck- if that truck was actually made of images and feelings.

[Most certainly 'not okay'. He takes another breath and a drink.]

I've been trying not to think about it all at once.

[He'd rather not think about it at all... but that's the problem with dreams isn't it. Can't control what you brain chooses to process when you're asleep.]

Oh.

[ She takes a long, contemplative sip of her beer. Something she's never become all that great at, in her time in a human body, is concealing the emotions that show on her face, and because of that she wears the grief and guilt on her face. It's all her fault for failing him, for being unable to save him. And now she's even unable to keep the truth from him to spare him. ]

[He frowns when he notices the look on her face. It wasn't his intention to hurt her. Shit. He shouldn't have said anything and brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal.]

...Hey...

[He offers her a weak but hopefully reassuring smile. He doesn't blame her for what happened.]

At least I don't have to worry about not having a fucking clue while I go rampant.

[Probably not the best joke to make but...]

You know, I owe you an apology for all the raging bullshit I did. I don't know how you didn't kick my ass more often.

[ She rolls her eyes at his joke. No, that's not a very good one.

At the latter statement she looks momentarily surprised. But then she schools her expression and smirks a little. ]

You're right, you do.

[ Her expression softens and she says sincerely: ]

Thank you.

[His smile warms at her thank you.]

Well. I'm sorry.

[It's blunt but it's heartfelt.]

I had plenty of time on my own to think about things. Mostly how I should have said it sooner. You know, when I actually had the chance.

[Not just when he realized it in Gamma's bullshit simulation.]

I'm sorry I waited this long to say it. You deserved better.

[ She shakes her head a little, still smiling slightly. Realizing something when it's too late is still realizing it, she supposes. ]

Church...

[ A slight sigh. ]

I'm not very good at, like. Emotional stuff. But...

[ She pauses and takes a sip of the beer. ]

I'm glad you decided to say so. Is all.

[He chuckles.]

Like I'm really any fucking better.

[Emotions are so damn difficult sometimes. It took him years and legit dying to actually get around to saying it.]

And I'm probably never going to apologize for anything ever again. So enjoy it.

[He moves to cover his grin by taking a drink.]

I should get some ice for the coffee.

[ She smirks. ]

I'll remember that.

[ She glances at her coffee when he says that. ]

Get something to eat while you're at it. An appetizer or something.

I'm a waitress now?

[He raises an eyebrow before standing up. Well, he was planning to go up anyway, might as well.]

Anything in particular you want?

[You know, since he doesn't actually know what she likes. Or what they even serve here.]

[ She rolls her eyes. He had been volunteering to go up. ]

Something that'd be good with mocha, I don't know. Cinnamon bites or something like that.

[Hey he volunteered to get ice. Not buy snacks. But whatever.]

Sounds good.

[He'll even come back with some pretzels for a bit of salt to balance all the sweet.]

Ho-ly crap, you would not believe how expensive all this was. Next time you're buying.

[ She arches an eyebrow. ]

Are you kidding me? It's cheaper to have this stuff at home.

[ But she'll reach for the treats, popping a cinnamon bite in her mouth and gathering up a couple of pretzels before he even has a chance to react. ]

It would help if prices here weren't all over the fucking place.

[He helps himself to a couple of the cinnamon things before adding some ice to his coffee. Just to make sure that he actually gets some.]

[ She gives him an amused look. ]

It's capitalism. They're trying to run a business, here.

[ She takes the rest of the ice cubes and dumps them in her coffee. ]

You settling in all right? Not here—in the body.

You haven't noticed that if you wait like an hour, the prices might randomly change.

[It's great when it works in his favor... otherwise it's just a pain in the ass.]

It took me a couple days to get the hang of shaving primitive style. But otherwise, it's pretty much how I remember it.

[Except the trouble sleeping part. He swirls the ice in his coffee before taking a drink.]

[ She shrugs. ]

I noticed.

[ At the latter statement she tilts her head. ]

I need to tell you something. You were in that other place with me, on the Moira, or at least, some other version of you was.

[He looks at her, openly confused.]

I was?

[He swallows thickly. Fuck. Is there something else he doesn't remember?]

I don't... are you sure it was me?

[He shrugs.]

Yeah, stupid question... I mean-you would know, right...

It was a version of you, yes. We had people come in from different universes all the time.

[ She's apparently unperturbed by it. She shrugs. ]

You didn't have this body. You had a different one.

Anyway, ask me whatever you want to ask me about the emp or any of that because I've already worked it out with you once before.

Huh. Okay.

[That's actually really easy to accept. It's not like he hasn't dealt with it before.]

Sucks to be him.

[Priorities. Ragging on the alternate him is important. Clearly he's the superior him. Once that's out of his system he can focus on the actually important part.

He thinks about it for a minute. Where to even start...?]

Why didn't you tell me? Back in Gulch, you let me keep thinking I was a ghost.

[ She shakes her head slightly. ]

Because getting into one bit of it would have meant getting into the whole thing. And you were happy thinking you were human. I didn't want to shatter that.

Yeah, well. It made sense with... everything.

[With a whole life's worth of memories and a body to go with it.]

What about you? Did you always know? About being an AI.

[ At that she suddenly looks pained—and guilty. ]

No; no, I didn't.

[ She glances at her glass. He's going to want more of an explanation than that. She picks it up, takes a swig, and then grits her teeth as she sets it down. ]

I should have known, before I did, I think. But it took someone defecting and leaving me evidence of everything that was happening for me to realize it.

[He offers her a cinnamon bite before taking one for himself.]

Why would you have known? I mean, people don't usually just wake up one day and say: "Hey, maybe I'm not human."

[Who wants to be a calculator? He chews thoughtfully before asking his next question.]

Did they- I assume they gave you memories too.

[ She shakes her head a little, chewing on her cinnamon bite. ]

I think they took some. Otherwise they let me put my own pieces together.

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