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Thanks, but you don't know what you're offering.

Yeah well, that's never stopped me before.

Jensen, really. It's not a good thing.

Kind of the story of my life. I'm just saying, if you need me, I'll figure out a way you can get ahold of me. Okay? That's what hotmail and no name cellphones are for.

... I really want to hug you right now for that.

I'm not going to be the one to stop you.

Okay. [so, she gives him a hug, just blushing a little]

{Grinning, he was polite about it.] I'll get an account set up. In case you ever need it.

Thanks. Look I'm really good at persuading people so if you ever need some help with that, I can help.

Let me be a hypocrit. I don't want to drag you into that part of my life. You don't deserve that.

Yeah, well, life isn't always about what we deserve. The offer is always open anyway.

You know now all I want to do is fix whatever it is you're dealing with. Right?

Unless you're a super hero who can take down a whole evil organization on your own, you can't.

Jesus, Dani. Really? What ... I won't ask.

Super hero, no but knowledge to take out an evil organization? It's possible I might have that.

[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.