[ Jesse watches each of his movements with keen precision. He's not agitated, but, he's definitely scared. More scared than she's ever seen him before. It doesn't seem like he's lost to whatever pulls his mind away. His powers, the Dark Presence, whatever it is. She's never really asked and doesn't intend to ask. If only because she's sure he wouldn't want to answer the question.
Her jaw slides to the side as he keeps talking. She actually hates reports--namely writing them. Reading them is something she's just used to doing after finding a seemingly endless amount through her combing of the Oldest House. He isn't wrong in the fact she should be asking questions. She should be trying to learn what has happened since they last met. But... not now, and not only because she doesn't want to. Everything about his state of being says those questions and answers are better left for later.
Maybe once he's eaten, and slept, and not covered in blood.
« How long is "too long"? Has he--has it been long enough where he's moved on...? »
She hopes not. The thought alone makes her own heart beat painfully and her hands shake slightly. Her fists curl then uncurl. There's only one way to find out. Even if she's afraid of the truth.
« New answers can wait until the morning. When the sun is out and he's calmer. We need to get through the night--all of us here. Even the assholes in the cell. »
Jesse slowly moves this time. Both hands raise, one gently resting against the one pinching himself, and the other resting on top of the pinched wrist. It takes another moment before she brings herself to raise her eyes this time. Her green ones meet his gray ones, and it's clear she's timid. Afraid he might pull his hands away and ask what the hell she's doing.
« He said he forgets. The Dark Presence takes parts of him away and his memory away. What if--what if he forgot about us? So he couldn't put us back in the story. Or, maybe he really has moved on. »
Either way, they should try again. From the start.
She leans forward slightly. Just enough to be tipping into his space, but not far enough where he should feel cornered by her. ]
Alan. [ Her hands gently squeeze his hand and wrist. ] Are you okay? You're here in Bright Falls. With me.
[ In Bright Falls with Jesse, not just the Director.
She knows he isn't and it's obvious. Still, it might help him transition from the idea of interviews. Just the two of them--however they stand now after it's been so long for him. ]
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Her jaw slides to the side as he keeps talking. She actually hates reports--namely writing them. Reading them is something she's just used to doing after finding a seemingly endless amount through her combing of the Oldest House. He isn't wrong in the fact she should be asking questions. She should be trying to learn what has happened since they last met. But... not now, and not only because she doesn't want to. Everything about his state of being says those questions and answers are better left for later.
Maybe once he's eaten, and slept, and not covered in blood.
« How long is "too long"? Has he--has it been long enough where he's moved on...? »
She hopes not. The thought alone makes her own heart beat painfully and her hands shake slightly. Her fists curl then uncurl. There's only one way to find out. Even if she's afraid of the truth.
« New answers can wait until the morning. When the sun is out and he's calmer. We need to get through the night--all of us here. Even the assholes in the cell. »
Jesse slowly moves this time. Both hands raise, one gently resting against the one pinching himself, and the other resting on top of the pinched wrist. It takes another moment before she brings herself to raise her eyes this time. Her green ones meet his gray ones, and it's clear she's timid. Afraid he might pull his hands away and ask what the hell she's doing.
« He said he forgets. The Dark Presence takes parts of him away and his memory away. What if--what if he forgot about us? So he couldn't put us back in the story. Or, maybe he really has moved on. »
Either way, they should try again. From the start.
She leans forward slightly. Just enough to be tipping into his space, but not far enough where he should feel cornered by her. ]
Alan. [ Her hands gently squeeze his hand and wrist. ] Are you okay? You're here in Bright Falls. With me.
[ In Bright Falls with Jesse, not just the Director.
She knows he isn't and it's obvious. Still, it might help him transition from the idea of interviews. Just the two of them--however they stand now after it's been so long for him. ]