[ it's interesting to know a woman as tall as pepper, that when he looks up he actually sees her eyes right in front of him. even zatanna in her heels isn't nearly as tall and it's strangly comforting? or something. it surprises him, in any case, the hand on his arm - and he looks at it as if he isn't sure how it could have possibly gotten there. ]

You have nothing to be-- it's. I was without Chuck for two years.

It gets easier. [ he looks back up into her eyes, a humorless smile taking his lips if only for a second. ] That was a lie. But sometimes it feels better.

I used to write Chuck letters. Maybe you could do that.