[ She remains quiet as she watches him. He stops before they make contact and his eyes cloud over. In a moment his mind has gone somewhere else. A place she really can't ever follow. All she can do is try to guide him back. It's something he's always done since she's met him. But, something tells her it wasn't as bad as it's become. At one point he was with her more. His mind would wander away, but never to a point where a simple touch couldn't anchor him down.
Now, she needs to reach into the waters and offer her hand to him to grab. Her other hand anchoring her with her feet, pulling him back to the surface. Pulling him up to breathe--to see the sun. Home. A reality may be like shifting waves, and a tide that erodes him. That's the thing--it's a reality. Their reality isn't like that. It's home.
She gently moves his hand from his hair and turns it in her grasp. Fingers slide between his comfortably in a sense of ease. None of this is new for her. His mind may see it as a return, but to her, it's a reunion. A coming back together after a long time. Maybe it hasn't been as long for her as it has him, but, it has definitely been long enough.
His forehead gently rests against hers.
Finally.
Jesse immediately presses hers against his with her hand squeezing his securely. Her heart almost flutters. Will that feeling ever go away? She hopes not. She wants to selfishly keep all of this. The dangers can ebb and flow, but this is what she wanted to stay. This special connection to someone like her. That person who has seen behind the poster and knows the world of horrors and wonders, but won't leave her alone as they run screaming from the truth.
« Maybe he will one day he will leave screaming and he'll never want to come back to me. Us. We'll be the only people in that room with the poster torn down. »
She hopes not.
Her other hand pulls the manuscript closer, resting it against her. Almost as if she's trying to protect it. They're worth protecting, even if the two of them have disagreed and even fought about it.
『 Wake had to escape. Write his escape. He was already out. He wanted to make it true. Wake needed a hero. 』
The Hotline call echos in her mind for a brief moment. She can see the faint outline of the man on the typewriter--black and white. Her eyes close for that small span of seconds. She wonders if that is still the case, or if the role of the hero has gone to someone else. That'd be fine with her. As long as they remain in the story? Someone else can be the hero or heroine. She has people here under her she needs to help. Agents, scientists, the people of Bright Falls.
Alan Wake himself.
« He called me here, and here I am. »
The fading light outside hasn't escaped her notice. Steve and Estevez will be done with their assigned tasks soon. She'll need to get to work and bring him in on the plan. For now? She leans into their touch just a bit more. ]
Hi, Alan. [ Another small press forward is given to their foreheads to make sure his attention on her. ] Welcome back.
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Now, she needs to reach into the waters and offer her hand to him to grab. Her other hand anchoring her with her feet, pulling him back to the surface. Pulling him up to breathe--to see the sun. Home. A reality may be like shifting waves, and a tide that erodes him. That's the thing--it's a reality. Their reality isn't like that. It's home.
She gently moves his hand from his hair and turns it in her grasp. Fingers slide between his comfortably in a sense of ease. None of this is new for her. His mind may see it as a return, but to her, it's a reunion. A coming back together after a long time. Maybe it hasn't been as long for her as it has him, but, it has definitely been long enough.
His forehead gently rests against hers.
Finally.
Jesse immediately presses hers against his with her hand squeezing his securely. Her heart almost flutters. Will that feeling ever go away? She hopes not. She wants to selfishly keep all of this. The dangers can ebb and flow, but this is what she wanted to stay. This special connection to someone like her. That person who has seen behind the poster and knows the world of horrors and wonders, but won't leave her alone as they run screaming from the truth.
« Maybe he will one day he will leave screaming and he'll never want to come back to me. Us. We'll be the only people in that room with the poster torn down. »
She hopes not.
Her other hand pulls the manuscript closer, resting it against her. Almost as if she's trying to protect it. They're worth protecting, even if the two of them have disagreed and even fought about it.
『 Wake had to escape. Write his escape. He was already out. He wanted to make it true. Wake needed a hero. 』
The Hotline call echos in her mind for a brief moment. She can see the faint outline of the man on the typewriter--black and white. Her eyes close for that small span of seconds. She wonders if that is still the case, or if the role of the hero has gone to someone else. That'd be fine with her. As long as they remain in the story? Someone else can be the hero or heroine. She has people here under her she needs to help. Agents, scientists, the people of Bright Falls.
Alan Wake himself.
« He called me here, and here I am. »
The fading light outside hasn't escaped her notice. Steve and Estevez will be done with their assigned tasks soon. She'll need to get to work and bring him in on the plan. For now? She leans into their touch just a bit more. ]
Hi, Alan. [ Another small press forward is given to their foreheads to make sure his attention on her. ] Welcome back.