[ Alan moves the second Steve lets him go, and follows after him when he motions for him to do so. There's no way he's staying back, not when something is going on, something that he may be related to. Have a connection with. Maybe he has nothing to do with this, but events seem to swirl around him in strange ways.
It's not inserting himself where he doesn't belong, not really, even if agents like Estevez might see it that way. Darkness has a way of being drawn to him even when he doesn't ask for it. No, Alan remains convinced that he needs to be here.
He still won't make a scene or do anything that would get him removed from events here and put back in the cell, but- he moves instantly when he sees Jesse's legs give out. He can't move as quickly as she can nor as abruptly, but he's off and moving before he's even fully aware of it. He drops to his knees next to her, not actually sure what he intends to do, but he wasn't about to just stand around and watch.
Hopefully moving like this doesn't alert the agents. Hopefully he doesn't wind up with a bullet in his back. ]
...Jesse? [ His voice sounds quiet. Hushed. He moves to place a hand against her shoulder but hesitates at the last second. ] Are- are you all right?
[ What the hell happened? What the hell was that?
Alan can't know without asking Jesse, but her reactions look strangely familiar. He could just be grasping at straws, but he's worn a similar look on his face that Jesse seems to be wearing now. It could be coincidence. It could even be nothing. But he believes in coincidences even less than he believes in luck.
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It's not inserting himself where he doesn't belong, not really, even if agents like Estevez might see it that way. Darkness has a way of being drawn to him even when he doesn't ask for it. No, Alan remains convinced that he needs to be here.
He still won't make a scene or do anything that would get him removed from events here and put back in the cell, but- he moves instantly when he sees Jesse's legs give out. He can't move as quickly as she can nor as abruptly, but he's off and moving before he's even fully aware of it. He drops to his knees next to her, not actually sure what he intends to do, but he wasn't about to just stand around and watch.
Hopefully moving like this doesn't alert the agents. Hopefully he doesn't wind up with a bullet in his back. ]
...Jesse? [ His voice sounds quiet. Hushed. He moves to place a hand against her shoulder but hesitates at the last second. ] Are- are you all right?
[ What the hell happened? What the hell was that?
Alan can't know without asking Jesse, but her reactions look strangely familiar. He could just be grasping at straws, but he's worn a similar look on his face that Jesse seems to be wearing now. It could be coincidence. It could even be nothing. But he believes in coincidences even less than he believes in luck.
What did she see? ]