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The drive home, one minor breakdown aside, is pleasant and chatty; unusual mostly in being more chatty than usual. Occasionally Leah will let a silence fall for long enough to be comfortable, but she always pushes for a conversation when a topic occurs to her.

She wants to hear him.

When they get to her apartment, she's acting more or less like herself, finding her way from the car to her door, inviting Sam in and immediately heading for the kitchen.

"I don't know about you, but I'm dying for a drink."

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"Well," Babs smirks, "I'll have you know I looked fabulous." There's a pause. "Though... that was a different era..." When she'd still had her legs.

"For both of us," Leah agrees.

Though she's thinking of something other than disabilities, and whatever it is, it makes her snort in amusement.

"And what's so funny about that?" Babs asks, almost grinning in spite of herself at the sound.

"Just that I might have to expand my 'picturing people in spandex' repertoire to the other half," Leah says, happily assuming that Sam's fast asleep.

"Things just got complicated on this end."

There's a long pause, and when Babs speaks again there's definitely a smile in her voice.

"Weeellll... this sounds like something I need to hear all about."

Leah shakes her head. For what good it does over the radio.

"Nothing happened. Just a realisation on my part, is all."

"And that's nothing, huh?" Babs shakes her head right back.

"What led you to this one? Or do you even know?"

"It snuck up on me," Leah admits. "I'll tell you more if we go for dinner sometime this week?"

"An offer like that? You've got yourself a deal!"

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