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You owe me chocolate. So much chocolate.

Be over in a hour or so.

[It's really closer to an hour and a half when he walks out of her closet. His knapsack's slung over his shoulder as usual, and he's holding a large box of chocolates from Germany. Hasty searching for a good balance of quantity and quality on his budget is a specialty of his.]

You guys fought? As in, straight up attempting to knock each other out? What happened to play-fighting?

[She's pressing an ice pack to her arm. It's not actually bad - Darren had realized what he was doing enough to reduce force, at least - but if she's to have dinner there tonight, it'd be best make sure it only bruises a little bit. Something she can blame on kickboxing.]

It...I don't know. He was coming after me to get the picture - he has that now, by the way - and I just reacted. And he reacted, and I was on the floor.

...He really shouldn't be that good from track and field and boxing.

[He settles next to her, thoughts moving quickly. He knows they're heroes. He'd always figured they knew the other was a hero. Apparently not.

God, this was going to be difficult.]

So he does some other training thing too. Dare's an overachiever, you know what he's like. He needs that ego boost from knowing, like, five different martial arts. [He looks down at her arm.] Looks more than just 'on the floor', though.

Yeah. Yeah, that's true, he is.

[She lifts the ice pack and gives the bruise a critical look. She might be able to pass it off as an accident in kickboxing class.] Well. To be fair, I hit him first. He was sending an elbow for my throat, though, and I had to block it, so...

[She puts the ice back on her arm.] It's fine, Leigh. We made up.

[Guilty Leigh is guilty. He's pretty sure he ought to be mad at Darren for going so far, but then it's indirectly his fault that he got angry at Isobel in the first place. He rakes a hand through his hair.] You're sure. I mean... this was just heat'a the moment, instinctive, all that? Fuck, even if it was, you both got hurt.

It's not exactly the worst fight I've ever gotten in. This? It'll be gone in a few days, and hopefully I didn't bruise his ribs, but it was really just the heat of the moment.

[She sighs. It would, she knew, help if they just slept with each other, but at this point she'd tried everything short of naked on his lap. It might be the only thing that'd actually work.]

It was all instinct, I promise. I'm even going over there for dinner tonight. The two of us...we're always fine. You know that.

Yeah, always fine. You'll be 'always fine' forever. [Sigh. And opening of the box of chocolates.] Here. Get your endorphins goin', take your mind off that f'now.

[She makes a face at him as she pops a chocolate in her mouth and closes her eyes with a sigh. Leigh really has the best superpower.] I feel like the day would have been vastly improved if he'd done something about the fact that he had me pinned on the floor.

Pinned, huh? Dammit, Dare, me actually losing that pic accidentally for once could have been such a good thing. Pinning could have happened in the non-violent way.

Or maybe you could try that yourself.

It's a thought.

[She considers it as she pops another chocolate, and her smile grows slowly as she imagines just...sitting on him. Possibly in lingerie. She'd need to go shopping.

Stockings too, for his sock jokes in the situation room.]

I wonder where I put my trench coat.

[See this eyebrow? This eyebrow wants to know what's with that smile, Isobel.] Your trench coat. Really.

I'm just considering ways in which I might take your advice. Besides, it's November in New York; trench coat season.

[Just not usually with La Perla and three inch heels.]