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[she looks away] Yeah. Sorry. You can call off the jazz thing if you want. I get it.

Not an organization like this.

Why would I do that, Dani? Not unless you want to.

Unless you mean a kind that doesn't go around killing people and causing mass destruction and shit, then maybe I don't know. Still not going to say oh whatever, go on and deal with it on your own.

Because there's a government organization after me and they're fine with killing anyone who gets in the way. That's not great girlfriend material.

I don't know about mass destruction but they've basically screwed up my life since I was kid and a bunch of other people like me and I shouldn't be telling you this. What's wrong with me?

I'm dead. I mean, I'm not like a ghost or some shit like that but if you knew my name, you'd know I'm dead. That's not great boyfriend material.

And I shouldn't tell you that. Now we're even.

If I ask what you mean about people like you, will you tell me?

So, we're both kind of screwed huh?

I'm a Pusher, a special type of psychic basically. There's a bunch of special psychics out.

Sounds that way. What a way of bonding.

... Wait, okay, that is a lot of detail without any detail at all. A Pusher?

Over government conspiracies. It's a first.

I can put thoughts in people's heads. Make them believe anything I want. A Pusher.

For the sake of the world, hopefully a last.

Oh. Uhmmm, well shit. I... Really? [Holds up his hands.] Not that I need proof.

[rolls her eyes slightly and looks away] I'm not going to Push you. If I do, Division will find me faster. I wouldn't want to anyway.

[He winces, not hesitating this time as he moved in closer, rubbing her arm if she lets him.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean... Well, shit. Maybe I did mean it but I'm not worried. Okay?

[she lets him, turning her head slightly to look at him] It's okay. No one should ever trust a Pusher.

[Sighing, his fingers moved up, lightly touching her jaw.] Yeah well, I've never been accused of following the crowd. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not worried you'll hurt me. Got it?

[it takes her a moment before she reaches up and covers his fingers with hers] I like that about you, you know.

My lack of self preservation? [He grinned though, keeping his hand there and lightly stroking the beautiful like of her jaw.]

Not exactly how I'd put it. [She smiled back, tilting into his hand.]

The offer still stands. You need anything, I'll get you a way to contact me. Okay?

Okay. And even if you don't take me up on it, if you need someone Pushed...

I don't think you know how tempting you are. Not about the Pushing though. [He kind of ducks his head though, grinning.]

How can I know if you don't tell me? [She chews her bottom lip for a moment] Or show me?

[ooc: If you're interested. (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/44369902.html)]

Well then, let me fix that. [Leaning down, he tenderly brushed his lips against hers, almost hesitant. Possibly for fear of being hit for it.]

[She just smiles, no hitting] Yeah, that's better.