"Oh so you ARE ticklish, hmm?" A dastardly plan began to hatch in his mind, despite the threat Madison made. Still, however, he kept his eyes on her arm, no longer tracing the scars, but instead tracing the tendons and the veins in her wrist. Her skin was warm against his, and it practically melted him to be able to touch it. Arc maintained the gentle contact, as it seemed to anchor him down with her, keeping him in the moment rather than dwelling on a past event or what might happen in the future. He followed each and every one until they disappeared underneath her skin. He paid such close attention to them, his fingertip never once deviating from its course with just the slightest contact.<br/><br/>He didn't stop until Madison told him about the spot above her eye that she could not feel. Arc reached forward and tapped it a little. He smiled, letting his eyes fall upon hers. "So when you get into a fight, do you use that spot as a shield?" A wink and a grin displayed his attempt at humor, though he wasn't sure if it was in good taste or not. He decided, rather than invite further embarrassment, to change the subject a bit.<br/><br/>"China," he blurted out. He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase the thought out loud. "There's a place in China that, from what I hear, survived the fall pretty well. It's supposed to be beautiful and clean still, but it's really hard to get to. Maybe we should go there. We could find ourselves a nice play to stay there, and we both have flirted very closely with death anyway." Arc wasn't actually sure if that place really existed, but it was hope, and sometimes hope was all one needed to make a change for the better.