[ Her fingers gently run over one temple as she tries to put everything in order. Wrapping her head around what Polaris has told her is still... weird. Even for them. Was it how the story was supposed to go and Alan changed it? Or, was the story trying to change around his edits? Can it even do that?
« I guess we should ask how these rules of this story work. Or, at least, what counts for rules if there are any. Especially if it's going to fight us every step of the way. Maybe it's more accurate to say we're fighting it? Alan said he fought it just to put us back into it.. »
Hey... sleepyhead.
Her attention immediate snaps up from her thoughts to the sound of his voice. They let him stay with her? What did Alan do to impress so much on Estevez? Steve isn't here, which means something else needed him. Something serious. That part of her that just drives to be the Director screams that she needs to know what is going on with her people. But, the rest of her just feels tired.
« Sleepyhead? Really? »
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips before her green eyes move over to him. Her head leans back slightly, as if trying to look better than she feels. ]
Hey.
[ Her hands settle between her legs again.
« How am I feeling? Everything feels heavy and I have the most annoying pulsing headache. Also... vertigo? Yeah. It's hard to sit up right. » ]
Peachy. [ A playful look enters her eyes, even if she does look exhausted. Weighed down by a pain she really couldn't describe properly. ] Just peachy.
[ Jesse's gaze drops to look him over. First, she notes how far away he is, and that's definitely going to have to change. Sweatpants... oh, he was in the shower. Good, because she would of told him to take one to get everything off him. Mud, dirt, sweat, blood. She still needs to ask about the blood too. God, there's too much, and all she wants to do is be with him for now.
Be them.
She notes the large bruise on his side. Her eyebrows knit slightly. When did he get that? It could of been when the Cult jumped the Lodge, or last night during their skirmish with the Taken. That doesn't even count in the fact he probably hasn't eaten--wasn't he asleep before?
Oh, God. Did all that in the Sheriff's Station wake him up?
« Right. That decides that. We only have so much time to rest before... whatever the hell is coming next. Everything else we can go over while we do that. Talk and be us at the same time. I think we can manage that. »
Jesse raises her hand as best she can and stretches it out towards him.
An invitation. ]
I'm guessing you're still peachy too. [ She nods her head to the side as best as she can. Laying back down sounds really good right now. ] Clean and peachy.
[ « That... sounded better in my head. Which might not be the best measurement of choices at the moment. » ]
It looks like we have a few hours to ourselves. So... may as well make the best of it. [ She hesitates for a brief moment, more out of shyness than anything. Which is probably the stupidest thing for her to feel when they've slept together. Well, did--didn't? Doesn't matter. ] Come on. Let's just lay down for a bit. Okay?
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« I guess we should ask how these rules of this story work. Or, at least, what counts for rules if there are any. Especially if it's going to fight us every step of the way. Maybe it's more accurate to say we're fighting it? Alan said he fought it just to put us back into it.. »
Hey... sleepyhead.
Her attention immediate snaps up from her thoughts to the sound of his voice. They let him stay with her? What did Alan do to impress so much on Estevez? Steve isn't here, which means something else needed him. Something serious. That part of her that just drives to be the Director screams that she needs to know what is going on with her people. But, the rest of her just feels tired.
« Sleepyhead? Really? »
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips before her green eyes move over to him. Her head leans back slightly, as if trying to look better than she feels. ]
Hey.
[ Her hands settle between her legs again.
« How am I feeling? Everything feels heavy and I have the most annoying pulsing headache. Also... vertigo? Yeah. It's hard to sit up right. » ]
Peachy. [ A playful look enters her eyes, even if she does look exhausted. Weighed down by a pain she really couldn't describe properly. ] Just peachy.
[ Jesse's gaze drops to look him over. First, she notes how far away he is, and that's definitely going to have to change. Sweatpants... oh, he was in the shower. Good, because she would of told him to take one to get everything off him. Mud, dirt, sweat, blood. She still needs to ask about the blood too. God, there's too much, and all she wants to do is be with him for now.
Be them.
She notes the large bruise on his side. Her eyebrows knit slightly. When did he get that? It could of been when the Cult jumped the Lodge, or last night during their skirmish with the Taken. That doesn't even count in the fact he probably hasn't eaten--wasn't he asleep before?
Oh, God. Did all that in the Sheriff's Station wake him up?
« Right. That decides that. We only have so much time to rest before... whatever the hell is coming next. Everything else we can go over while we do that. Talk and be us at the same time. I think we can manage that. »
Jesse raises her hand as best she can and stretches it out towards him.
An invitation. ]
I'm guessing you're still peachy too. [ She nods her head to the side as best as she can. Laying back down sounds really good right now. ] Clean and peachy.
[ « That... sounded better in my head. Which might not be the best measurement of choices at the moment. » ]
It looks like we have a few hours to ourselves. So... may as well make the best of it. [ She hesitates for a brief moment, more out of shyness than anything. Which is probably the stupidest thing for her to feel when they've slept together. Well, did--didn't? Doesn't matter. ] Come on. Let's just lay down for a bit. Okay?