[ her hand comes down onto his arm, and it isn't anything like electricity. but it's the first time someone's touched him since he got here, since he suited up to head into the breach, and it does something to his nerve endings. chuck doesn't short circuit. but part of him sinks. comes out of the air and seeps back into his bones. returns him to his body.
his gaze drops on reflex, moves to the single point that defines the be-all-end-all of their connection, like he just needs to see it to be sure. like burning the image into his memory will mean something. here, or now. whatever those words were supposed to count for. when chuck finally looks back at her it's impossible to define the difference. there's no loss of tension, no absence of mangled identities and half-formed ideas about who and why and what they are. but chuck nods, and something- some small, translucent piece between them, slots into place. ]
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his gaze drops on reflex, moves to the single point that defines the be-all-end-all of their connection, like he just needs to see it to be sure. like burning the image into his memory will mean something. here, or now. whatever those words were supposed to count for. when chuck finally looks back at her it's impossible to define the difference. there's no loss of tension, no absence of mangled identities and half-formed ideas about who and why and what they are. but chuck nods, and something- some small, translucent piece between them, slots into place. ]