[ A moment passes before she can force herself to look back up to Alan. She's not guarded, per say, but it's clear she's bracing herself for an answer she may not like. Part of her hopes that Alan has figured out that she isn't good at these sort of things. Letting people in and sharing that side of her. She tries... but, she never feels it quite lands the mark she's aiming for it to. Not when it's this personal.
Each word he says makes her jaw tighten and her shoulders square more. Not in rejection, but in an obvious attempt to remain in control of her emotions. It will always be a back and forth battle to lower her walls when they are always up. Hopefully he'll understand that about her. He's screwed up in his own ways, but she is just as much.
We could have a life here.
« All I ever wanted was to find Dylan; prove that what happened in Ordinary was real. That it was true. Then... I found the Oldest House, and found where I wanted to be in the world. My place in it. Now, I want more. I want to share this life with someone. Dylan wanted it too at one point, didn't he? For me to be at the Oldest House with him. Someone to share this world with him. Maybe... maybe we really are the same. In a perfect world I'd have both. My baby brother and the screwed up writer. »
Jesse nods once, then again. Her hands involuntarily flex around the bag in her arms. His bag. His lamp, his writing. She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat. ]
I kind of do weird. [ A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Her eyes flick down then back at him. Her voice hits that particular tone of small. He most likely knows what that means by now. ] I'd like that. You being here--home. Having a life here.
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Each word he says makes her jaw tighten and her shoulders square more. Not in rejection, but in an obvious attempt to remain in control of her emotions. It will always be a back and forth battle to lower her walls when they are always up. Hopefully he'll understand that about her. He's screwed up in his own ways, but she is just as much.
We could have a life here.
« All I ever wanted was to find Dylan; prove that what happened in Ordinary was real. That it was true. Then... I found the Oldest House, and found where I wanted to be in the world. My place in it. Now, I want more. I want to share this life with someone. Dylan wanted it too at one point, didn't he? For me to be at the Oldest House with him. Someone to share this world with him. Maybe... maybe we really are the same. In a perfect world I'd have both. My baby brother and the screwed up writer. »
Jesse nods once, then again. Her hands involuntarily flex around the bag in her arms. His bag. His lamp, his writing. She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat. ]
I kind of do weird. [ A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Her eyes flick down then back at him. Her voice hits that particular tone of small. He most likely knows what that means by now. ] I'd like that. You being here--home. Having a life here.