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[lasthalfmile]

Ben Wade has had several things, in the last 48 hours

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[aimedforthemoon]

He might be looking better, but Ben had put himself through some abuse that is going to take a bit longer to fade away. And Yesfir...well, according to her sense of time, she hasn't been away that long, but she's still missed him.

Which means that she walks up to him (feet purposefully loud in her boots), walks her fingers across his shoulder and says, "Well, you look like shit."

And then ducks her head down and kisses him, lightly, because she's missed him, damnit.

[lasthalfmile]

"Uh."

Shit.

Thiiiiiiis may pose a problem.

[aimedforthemoon]

She steps around to look at his face, fingers still resting on his shoulder. And then, pointedly, she raises her eyebrows.

Waiting for an explanation, Ben.

[lasthalfmile]

"Um...Fira?"

Please let it be Fira.

Please let it be Fira.

[aimedforthemoon]

Now her eyes narrow.

"Ye-es?"

[lasthalfmile]

"...I don't know how to tell you this, but...Bar's playin' tricks."

[aimedforthemoon]

Now Fira does step back, her expression settling into a cool, neutral mask. Given how much she lowers her guard around Ben, the contrast is striking.

"And-?" She prompts, not looking impressed.

[lasthalfmile]

"Has Ben ever...told you 'bout a friend of his, Dan Evans?"

[aimedforthemoon]

Yesfir is a highly intelligent woman, and she can see where this is going.

On the other hand, she's not about to make it easy for him.

"A bit."

[lasthalfmile]

"Bar switched our bodies for some Fools holiday."

[aimedforthemoon]

"And, what, neither of you two geniuses thought about leaving a note?"

[lasthalfmile]

"I didn't know there was anyone I needed to leave a note for...and Ben...well he ain't been all there in the head, lately."

[almosthonorable]

The Ben Wade -- the one currently occupying Dan's dead body -- threads his way across the busy bar the second he spots Fira across the room.

It's a process, as are most things when you've got a limp and a wooden leg.

And you happen to step on the tip of a wait-rat's tail somewhere along the way.

Approaching the table, he tips his head toward Dan and gives Fira a smile that's equal parts pleased and wry.

"You can't trust that face, Lieutenant."

While his sanity may be questionable, Ben hasn't lost his sense of humor.

[aimedforthemoon]

Sweet as winter ice, "It's not the face, my darling, but the mind behind it."

Beat.

"Couldn't you have left me a note?"

[lasthalfmile]

He looks over at himself -- that's so awkward, even still -- but even more amusing is Fira calling Ben 'my darling'.

He's not letting Ben live that one down.

[almosthonorable]

Ben falters; he looks mighty contrite.

"I wasn't thinkin'."