I'm not sure what meds would even help with--this. [ A hand raises with a vague gesture to her head. Maybe if they were back in they would have something. Resources here in Bright Falls are limited, so all Jesse can think to do is rest. That may not even be enough. They won't really know until the sun goes down and they need to fight again. ] Food ... that's a good idea. For both of us.
[ « He pushes back against eating if I remember right. Sleeping, eating, normal things. He was asleep earlier though. Maybe this loop really is different. What if... if this is the last time around. »
So many things seem to be lining up for it. The FBC is in the right place at the right time. Somewhat equipped. Alan is awake. Anderson is present. Alan wrote them into the story again. It all seems to be there waiting to explode and become real--final. The end of this never ending loop. The end of a spiral.
Her gaze flickers down then back up as he speaks. Her eyes become wide by a small fraction at seeing the expression in them. Happy. Warm. Has she ever seen him look like this before? Maybe the two emotions separate, but never together. Whole. She blinks a few times before giving him a gentle smile of her own.
Jesse leans against him further, letting her eyes close. The feeling of his breath, the way his beard moves against her as he talks and shifts. It's familiar and known. There's no needing to guess or needing to relearn things about one another. They already know it and have known it--now the story isn't getting in the way and pulling that veil of forgetfulness over them. ]
We need to replace that flannel of yours. Imagine being in the Pacific Northwest and not having any. [ The smile on her lips tugs into something humorous before brushing her lips against his again. ] Maybe we can even enjoy Deerfest before we go back to New York.
[ That's a long shot of course. There's too many factors that need to line up for it, but, there is nothing wrong with hoping. Making a plan in case it somehow all does work out. It won't do any good for both of them to worry if it doesn't work out.
She kisses him again, lightly, almost teasing in a way. She'd rather be close to him again--make up for lost time. He said it had been a long while since they had seen each other last. Why not just spend a few hours together? ]
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[ « He pushes back against eating if I remember right. Sleeping, eating, normal things. He was asleep earlier though. Maybe this loop really is different. What if... if this is the last time around. »
So many things seem to be lining up for it. The FBC is in the right place at the right time. Somewhat equipped. Alan is awake. Anderson is present. Alan wrote them into the story again. It all seems to be there waiting to explode and become real--final. The end of this never ending loop. The end of a spiral.
Her gaze flickers down then back up as he speaks. Her eyes become wide by a small fraction at seeing the expression in them. Happy. Warm. Has she ever seen him look like this before? Maybe the two emotions separate, but never together. Whole. She blinks a few times before giving him a gentle smile of her own.
Jesse leans against him further, letting her eyes close. The feeling of his breath, the way his beard moves against her as he talks and shifts. It's familiar and known. There's no needing to guess or needing to relearn things about one another. They already know it and have known it--now the story isn't getting in the way and pulling that veil of forgetfulness over them. ]
We need to replace that flannel of yours. Imagine being in the Pacific Northwest and not having any. [ The smile on her lips tugs into something humorous before brushing her lips against his again. ] Maybe we can even enjoy Deerfest before we go back to New York.
[ That's a long shot of course. There's too many factors that need to line up for it, but, there is nothing wrong with hoping. Making a plan in case it somehow all does work out. It won't do any good for both of them to worry if it doesn't work out.
She kisses him again, lightly, almost teasing in a way. She'd rather be close to him again--make up for lost time. He said it had been a long while since they had seen each other last. Why not just spend a few hours together? ]