[ Where did those thoughts come from? Potential versions of the story? No, Alan wouldn't write them in just to have him react that way for the sake of the story feeling true and alive. They came from somewhere else. The Dark Presence? It's not in her head or the Hotline. Maybe it's residual from cleansing the points. Polaris isn't defensive, so they aren't an active threat...
She's already kissed him and been close to him while he was drenched from rain in the Dark Place. Mud and dirt aren't that much different. Blood is, but, they aren't leaning against one another just yet. That would be the only reason she'd break their kiss.
« Showers in the morning. Do they have them here at the station... »
Her heart stops at his words against her lips.
I'm home when I'm with you.
Then, her hear pounds a million beats in a second. The lingering dark thoughts are banished. Any worries she could have had about the fact he is still married--sort of--are gone. The only thing she can find herself focusing entirely on is him.
« Home... when did Alan Wake become home? »
Not that she feels they're at home. Where they should be. An apartment in New York City with brick industrial walls and plants hanging. Where they can share meals, watch movies, he can write books if he want. She can tell him about the mold monsters lurking in the Oldest House. That's the life she wants with him.
The one that can be real now.
Jesse feverishly kisses him back. Messy, demanding, longing. It really has been too long even if she can't quantify it...
Then, someone clears their throat.
She pauses in the kiss. Green eyes slide open just enough before looking at Alan. Then, they slide over and further upwards. The Ranger Captain is standing on the outside of the control point, arms behind his back, a knowing smirk on his face. HRA in place.
Oh.
Right. ]
Glad the two of you have, uh, reconnected. Even if it's in the parking lot of a station we've commandeered. Good call, Faden. [ A large shit-eating grin graces Steve's face. ] I'm not sure how to break it to the others that the Director is cozy with another parautalitarian... so maybe keep the kissing on the quiet side.
[ « He really does think he's a comedian. » Jesse scowls slightly at the Ranger who continues to grin. « Someone is asking for a dip in the Sound. » ]
Anyways, when you're ready to explain everything, Faden? I'll be inside. Oh, and Wake, I expect her back home by sundown. Which is in five minutes.
[ Jesse rolls her eyes but presses another quick kiss to Alan's lips. The Ranger isn't wrong. ]
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She's already kissed him and been close to him while he was drenched from rain in the Dark Place. Mud and dirt aren't that much different. Blood is, but, they aren't leaning against one another just yet. That would be the only reason she'd break their kiss.
« Showers in the morning. Do they have them here at the station... »
Her heart stops at his words against her lips.
I'm home when I'm with you.
Then, her hear pounds a million beats in a second. The lingering dark thoughts are banished. Any worries she could have had about the fact he is still married--sort of--are gone. The only thing she can find herself focusing entirely on is him.
« Home... when did Alan Wake become home? »
Not that she feels they're at home. Where they should be. An apartment in New York City with brick industrial walls and plants hanging. Where they can share meals, watch movies, he can write books if he want. She can tell him about the mold monsters lurking in the Oldest House. That's the life she wants with him.
The one that can be real now.
Jesse feverishly kisses him back. Messy, demanding, longing. It really has been too long even if she can't quantify it...
Then, someone clears their throat.
She pauses in the kiss. Green eyes slide open just enough before looking at Alan. Then, they slide over and further upwards. The Ranger Captain is standing on the outside of the control point, arms behind his back, a knowing smirk on his face. HRA in place.
Oh.
Right. ]
Glad the two of you have, uh, reconnected. Even if it's in the parking lot of a station we've commandeered. Good call, Faden. [ A large shit-eating grin graces Steve's face. ] I'm not sure how to break it to the others that the Director is cozy with another parautalitarian... so maybe keep the kissing on the quiet side.
[ « He really does think he's a comedian. » Jesse scowls slightly at the Ranger who continues to grin. « Someone is asking for a dip in the Sound. » ]
Anyways, when you're ready to explain everything, Faden? I'll be inside. Oh, and Wake, I expect her back home by sundown. Which is in five minutes.
[ Jesse rolls her eyes but presses another quick kiss to Alan's lips. The Ranger isn't wrong. ]
I may need a hand standing up.