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Someday she'll listen to Davan.

PeeJee is fresh from GoblinCon. She probably won't be willing to do more than hiss about gamers tonight, but she is In The Bar, and that is what's important. She drops enough cash on the bar to make a significant dent in her tab-- and before she can look around for a bartender, it vanishes into the bar's surface.

Cool.

She smiles weakly. "Could you give me a beer if Kitt's around tonight, or a whole mess o' tequila if he's not?"

A very cold beer appears. "That already makes me feel better." She glances around to see if he's in the bar-- nope, so he must be outside with Karr. Well, beer first, and then she will consider peeking outside to see if their brotherly time can stand a girlfriend or not.

But really, beer first.

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"Oh, like dentures?" PeeJee considered telling Kitt about her couple of turns as an aide at the retirement home... and then decided against it. "Should I be concerned for the guy you hit, or for you?"

"Dentures." He paused to research the term - just a moment, really - and then he nodded. "Yes, dentures, I suppose. It would make sense."

Then, he just shrugged once more, sipping at the hot chocolate. He was getting addicted to those things, he realised. "Feel sorry for neither of us - he wasn't injured. It was just enough to knock him off his feet, and for him to complain to the sheriff about."

And there was a small hand on his arm. "Still sounds like a long day."

"Part of it is that I miss Bonnie," he answered, and shrugged once more. "She's there... but it isn't the same. I don't feel like I can fully trust her yet, but she isn't... happy like she was."

But part of the issue was that he was sidestepping part of the issue. The issue he'd spoken of with Karr.

"She can probably tell things aren't what they were," PeeJee offered. "Time is probably the best help for it... It tends to help, with settling emotions down." Alas, PeeJee was not a mind-reader, but she gave Kitt's shoulder a squeeze anyway. "It might take effort and patience from both of you... and that's if you want it back the way it was."

"I don't think she realises that I do. She's just not ... not even tried. I hardly even saw her this mission. First she and Devon went to Chicago, and now it's just... cursory, the way she's upgraded me. Speaks to me as if I'm not really there."

"Oh, honey." She slid off her stool, wrapped her arms around Kitt's waist. She tried to think of something to say that would help-- maybe Bonnie had a bad experience in Chicago-- but nothing came to mind. "Want me to yell at her?" Her tone said clearly she suspected the answer was no.

Her suspicions were right. "No," Kitt murmured, even though he hugged PeeJee in return, closing his eyes and lightly resting his forehead against her hair. "She's Bonnie. She helped design me. She helped program me. I didn't forget that. She won't either."

"Then this is the best I can do." And she rubbed at his back. "Sometimes things just get a little strained between friends. Or a lot strained." Sometimes all you could do was offer what comfort you knew how and hope it was enough.

With her rubbing at his back, he did loosen up a bit. It was a nice feeling. One of those that just didn't quite equate to one in car-form. Though when Michael leaned against the side, it was close. "It's the first time things have been strained with any of us... Except between Michael and I."

"You're young yet," she told him, a little sadly. "This is one of those things I wish I could protect you from, but... No dice, it looks like."

"It's not as bad as it first was with Michael. With a bit of... of cajoling, I'm sure something will work out," Kitt nodded, but he hugged her tightly all the same, soaking in the reassurnce.

"Of course it will, if you want it to. Talk to her." PeeJee smiled, tilting her head up at Kitt. "Who could fail to be charmed by somebody so sweet, hm? You'll get through this, both of you."

"But there is a mission to finish. And it's early morning. Michael will be getting up soon."

Very, very lightly, he leaned in to kiss her. One of his typical, gentle and chaste kisses. "I need to go."

She did not push for a more involved kiss, but leaving off the contact not high on PeeJee's list of favorite actions.

She wanted more, but he didn't have time just now.

"Be careful out there?" Far less than the I love you or the come back to me that she wanted to offer, but...

"You choose the most difficult day of a mission to say that," he softly teased, then nodded. "Yes, I'll be careful, but I'll be fine. I'm invulnerable out there, after all."

Sliding from his stool, he gently kissed her forehead, like he used to, and then gave her a smile. "I'll be back once everything's quiet again."

"I'll be here whenever I'm free." Deep breath, and she worked on untangling. "And I'll miss you."

"Don't miss me too much. I do tend to get occupied. And this time, I have one very important programmer to convince." Another little smile and he gently draws back, finishing his hot chocolate and thanking the bar before looking back to her.

"Good morning, I suppose."

And with just a bit of humour in his eyes, he walked out toward the door... then stopped in mid-stride. "Before I go..." He pulled his gloves from his pocket, lightly placing them in one of her hands, the scarf gently looped around her neck. "It's warm in New Mexico."

And then he went out the door, into a dark world that seemed to brighten when he came near.

She toyed with the scarf for a moment, puzzled.

Why did she suddenly feel like crying?

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