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[Daneca comes to easily enough and at first, it doesn't set right in that she's been asleep for all this time. It's not until she picks up the communicator that she notices the disparity in time and covers her mouth in silent shock. Daneca spends time flipping through some of the network posts as she is wont to always do her research/homework.]

[Timidly, she turns the feed on.]

So, um, I obviously missed a few things. I was in one of those comas and from the looks of it for about a month. Sorry if I worried anyone. I think I'm okay though. I don't feel groggy or anything like that, which is weird. I'm glad things were relatively quiet for around here. No zombies or anything like that.

[She smiles faintly.]

Anyway, I guess we also have some new people while I was out. My name's Daneca. Sorry I wasn't able to say hi when you first arrived.

private - cassel.

Are you okay?

[The underlying question being, of course, did you do anything stupid while she was out cold.]

private - scott.

I saw the network. Are you... Do you need anything?

private - bond.

You didn't poison yourself with alcohol while I was asleep, did you?

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That's good, [she says weakly at first. Then she nods and repeats herself with a much firmer voice.] That's good.

You'll bring her back, Scott.

[Her confidence settles in his chest, pulls him back from the edge. He'll bring her back. Or Stiles will, or Lydia will. Their chances at success are good, no matter what goes on with the Barge, and hearing her say it feels steadying and overwhelming at the same time.

One hand leaves her waist, palm sliding over her neck and cheek instead, and it's not the perfect moment to kiss her. He already passed that up. It might actually be the worst moment to kiss her, but he realizes he doesn't want to wait anymore. He was falling for her the whole time he was here.

Scott leans in, brushing his lips against hers. He lets it set aside his guilt over Allison, over Kira, lets it settle on him because she's so confident in him and he loves her for it.]

[The touch of his bare hand takes Daneca by surprise. It's something she never experienced. Not with Sam who wasn't a worker. Not with Barron who she trusted not to work her and he trusted her not to work him. His hand is warm and his touch is gentle and she can feel herself starting to blush. But then his lips are over hers and she forgets all about his hand for the time being.]

[This is probably the worst time he could have picked to kiss her. Daneca's confused and she's scared. She doesn't know if Scott is kissing her right now because of her or because he's upset and he needs someone to lean on. She wants... She wants to be someone he can lean on. She wants to help him in whatever she can. But Daneca wants to know that he's kissing her because he wants to kiss her. Not because he's grieving. But she can't ignore the way the butterflies begin to flutter in her chest and that lightheaded feeling of contentment.]

[Daneca feels like she's been waiting for him to kiss her for months now and she's finally gotten what she wants.]

[And all she wants so much is to be enough.]

[Daneca returns the kiss, leaning into Scott as one hand holds onto his shoulder and her other arm wraps around his neck.]

[He's never felt grief and giddiness fighting to constrict and expand his chest. He's not sure if this is right, not sure he could give her a straight or fair answer if she asked. He's glad she's not asking.

He's always going to love Allison. She was the first person he ever really loved, and for so long it felt like he'd never love anyone else. But that's not true, and it hasn't been in a long time.

Allison was his anchor. Now, he mostly knows how to be his own anchor. It's not that he doesn't miss her, because he does: but he'd regret it for the rest of his life, if he didn't let Daneca know how important she's become to him.

Scott drops his arms to her waist again, lifting her up instead of making her stand on her toes. She is enough, just the way she is.]

[Daneca can't fight the smile that's making its way into the kiss as he lifts her. She wraps both of her arms around his neck again to hold on. The timing isn't perfect, but the kiss feels perfect and she wants to relish in that for as long and as much as possible.]

[When the kiss ends, she's smiling and resting her forehead against his. It's a little bit of a shy smile with a little insecurity, but it's mostly just brimming with happiness. She knows she should probably say something. They should probably be talking about this. But for right now, Daneca just wants to be in the moment. She just wants to feel this as it as regardless of how simultaneously unsure and at home she feels.]

[Scott keeps his eyes closed when they part, satisfied with the feel of her forehead against his, her arms around his shoulders. He doesn't want the moment to pass.

It has to, obviously, but he makes it last, and when he does open his eyes, he's still smiling a little.]

Sorry. I could've timed that better.

[Daneca meets his eyes and nods a little.]

Probably. [A pause.] But I'm glad you did it anyway.

[A grin flashes across his face, honest and untouched, at least for the moment, by grief. He doesn't have to be nervous around her. She likes him too.]

I'd totally ask you on a date, but the Barge is kind of short a movie theater or something.

Soooo... [Daneca glances around at their surroundings.] This isn't a date?

[He smiles, and tries not to think of the day he talked Allison into playing hooky for her birthday. Instead, he laces his fingers together behind her back, settled on her waist.]

Should I run and bring back a picnic basket?

[Daneca tilts his her head as though giving this some serious thought before grinning wide.]

I think we're good.

[He matches her grin.] Good.

[And screw it, he's kissing her again, because if his timing is terrible, he can at least try to make up for it.]

[Hey, she's going to gladly accept and return every kiss he gives her. Complaints = zero.]

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