[ Her smile turns just a tad sad at his admission of forgetting what a real shower was like. She may never know everything the Dark Place took away from him. Memories and time for sure, but, it seems to be more the little normal things. Showering, eating, drinking, stopping for a moment.
« Well, we just need to help him remember. Don't we? »
Polaris shimmers.
Her fingers twine around his. She gives a small tug for him to come closer. He's too far away--not just physically. He isn't drifting and drowning in his own mind, but, Jesse wants that connection. Maybe now really shouldn't be the time, but, they weren't able to reconnect the previous night. Not in the way she wants as her heart pounds.
« I should tell him. So he knows the words and not just knowing it. I hope he won't turn away and leave if I do. What if he does? » ]
I'm fine. I've been through something worse. [ At least, in her mind, the Hiss burrowing in was worse. She's not sure she should tell him that. ] Polaris is fine too. I'd say "upset" if she used our emotions. Agitated, I guess. But, fine.
Well, you can watch over me here. In the bed. [ She says it as if it's obvious. He needs to rest too--maybe more than her. ] Neither of us can really fight tonight like this. So, we need to take what rest we can.
[ Her eyes flick down to the bruise on his side as if to demonstrate her point. Then, she's moving as best she can. Pulling back the blankets and sheets, sliding over for him to join her. She picks the side she does so he can lay on the side that isn't injured. Or, on his back, depending on what he wants.
Then, she slowly eases herself down. Her shoulder instantly relax the moment she feels the mattress. It's not as good as the one at home, but it's better than sleeping in the Sheriff's Station.
She pauses for a moment before bridging the gap between them. Timid, unsure, shy. Jesse doesn't like that any of those words describe her as she tries to seem natural about lowering her head to his shoulder. He hadn't made her awkward or unsure of it. It's just... her. How she is.
« He'll want to know what happened, won't he? It's not what I want to tell him. But, I guess, you can't just spring that on a person. I've... never told someone it. He's proposed and been married before. Not me. »
Jesse looks back up at him. Her fingers in his hand brush along his. Everything suddenly feels awkward to her, as if she's trying to understand what is okay and what isn't again. It didn't feel like this last night. Has she screwed up? Is she over thinking it? Is it just the fact she feels like there's mud in her head? ]
Polaris felt someone was trying to get in. Not in the same way the Hotline works. But... forcing their way in past defenses. Trying to dig in. [ She glances to the side as it obviously bristles against her own defenses. She doesn't let people in usually. There are walls and walls. Alan is one of the few she lowers those for. ] She... tried to drown them out--push them away. But, it was overwhelming. Like ... someone turning a dial up to twenty when it's only supposed to be ten. It triggered...
[ « Oh, shit. He doesn't know about the Board. Only you. Well... let's hope it's not too weird for him. » ]
The Director is chosen by ... a being--beings, maybe--known as the Board. They're the ones allow access to the Hotline... and my gun. Whatever this person was doing? They felt it was a hostile transmission through the Hotline. Threatened to take over and eliminate the threat if I didn't.
[ She looks down with a frown and gently shakes her head. It's obvious she's still missing pieces. Was it really Agent Saga Anderson? ]
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« Well, we just need to help him remember. Don't we? »
Polaris shimmers.
Her fingers twine around his. She gives a small tug for him to come closer. He's too far away--not just physically. He isn't drifting and drowning in his own mind, but, Jesse wants that connection. Maybe now really shouldn't be the time, but, they weren't able to reconnect the previous night. Not in the way she wants as her heart pounds.
« I should tell him. So he knows the words and not just knowing it. I hope he won't turn away and leave if I do. What if he does? » ]
I'm fine. I've been through something worse. [ At least, in her mind, the Hiss burrowing in was worse. She's not sure she should tell him that. ] Polaris is fine too. I'd say "upset" if she used our emotions. Agitated, I guess. But, fine.
Well, you can watch over me here. In the bed. [ She says it as if it's obvious. He needs to rest too--maybe more than her. ] Neither of us can really fight tonight like this. So, we need to take what rest we can.
[ Her eyes flick down to the bruise on his side as if to demonstrate her point. Then, she's moving as best she can. Pulling back the blankets and sheets, sliding over for him to join her. She picks the side she does so he can lay on the side that isn't injured. Or, on his back, depending on what he wants.
Then, she slowly eases herself down. Her shoulder instantly relax the moment she feels the mattress. It's not as good as the one at home, but it's better than sleeping in the Sheriff's Station.
She pauses for a moment before bridging the gap between them. Timid, unsure, shy. Jesse doesn't like that any of those words describe her as she tries to seem natural about lowering her head to his shoulder. He hadn't made her awkward or unsure of it. It's just... her. How she is.
« He'll want to know what happened, won't he? It's not what I want to tell him. But, I guess, you can't just spring that on a person. I've... never told someone it. He's proposed and been married before. Not me. »
Jesse looks back up at him. Her fingers in his hand brush along his. Everything suddenly feels awkward to her, as if she's trying to understand what is okay and what isn't again. It didn't feel like this last night. Has she screwed up? Is she over thinking it? Is it just the fact she feels like there's mud in her head? ]
Polaris felt someone was trying to get in. Not in the same way the Hotline works. But... forcing their way in past defenses. Trying to dig in. [ She glances to the side as it obviously bristles against her own defenses. She doesn't let people in usually. There are walls and walls. Alan is one of the few she lowers those for. ] She... tried to drown them out--push them away. But, it was overwhelming. Like ... someone turning a dial up to twenty when it's only supposed to be ten. It triggered...
[ « Oh, shit. He doesn't know about the Board. Only you. Well... let's hope it's not too weird for him. » ]
The Director is chosen by ... a being--beings, maybe--known as the Board. They're the ones allow access to the Hotline... and my gun. Whatever this person was doing? They felt it was a hostile transmission through the Hotline. Threatened to take over and eliminate the threat if I didn't.
[ She looks down with a frown and gently shakes her head. It's obvious she's still missing pieces. Was it really Agent Saga Anderson? ]