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The first thing Elle asked, after X brought her into the apartment, was to take a shower. She's glad she won't be leaving traces at her motel back her own world, but as for why she should feel safer here than her room in the Bar – there's no good reason for that. But Elle also really doesn't care.

She's still rubbing a towel against her slightly damp hair when she emerges into the main room. Her bloodied t-shirt has been exchanged for a different, light blue one, and her jeans for gray sweatpants. Without her makeup, the bruise on her face is clearly visible, but for whatever reason, neither it nor her broken rib bothers her so much here.

Her bare feet pad quietly against the floor, and she takes a few steps into the room before she looks up, and spots X.

"Thanks," she murmurs.

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"I do not know if I would be useful."

There's uncertainty there -- more than a little.

"That wouldn't be the problem."

She doesn't use it often with X, but Elle's voice hits a nearly 'Don't be stupid' tone.

X flinches, but only a little.

"I know."

She just does not know what else to say.

Elle blinks away, but then meets X's eyes again.

"It's - hard. When you're hiding."

X nods, just once.

"Yes. But I do not want to leave."

She hesitates, then gives a stiff shrug.

"You're good at hiding it. And if they -"

Even Elle has the sense to feel awkward asking if Tomas' safety matters much to X.

So she says, instead, "No one can - make you do anything, now."

"No," X says, careful and quiet and more sure than she was a few moments ago.

"They cannot."

Beat.

"They will not be able to make you, either? In Tokyo."

Or wherever else she goes that is not the US.

"I don't think they'd try."

Right now, Elle doesn't want to say that it's because she doubts they'd keep her alive that long.

X's nostrils flare a little, but she stays silent.

Until --

"Okay."

Elle presses her lips together.

"Maybe when I - go to Tokyo, you can -"

Beat. "Visit."

X nods, relaxing a little more.

Momentarily.

"That would be good."

Beat.

"If it is okay. For you."

Elle nods.

Then, "I'm going to London first."

Not that she thought X had forgotten.

"I remember," X says.

Maybe it is acknowledgment enough.

She hesitates once more.

"Can I - stay here, just -"

She lets that trail off, too.

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"Yes," X says immediately.

"I will get the sheets. For the couch."

Elle thinks about asking if X has aspirin, but decides against it. It's not something X would need.

Instead, she stands from the couch, and answers, "I can do it."

X looks at Elle askance.

Then --

"Okay."

Elle can follow her to get the sheets, at least.

It is not very far to walk.

But rather than move to get the sheets - or at least before doing so - Elle takes a step toward X, and bumps her left shoulder.

It might be more tentative than usual, but that has nothing to do with any bruises or broken ribs.

X leans back, a quick movement that has nothing graceless in it.

She is not tentative at all.

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