[ That earns him a look. ] You think it's something else? Something more? [ What more is there? Does Tim know more than he's saying? Alan's brow furrows in thought as he tries to puzzle yet another thing out. ]
Well, I thought I had it, in the room where I do all the writing. [ Or someone writes. Sometimes it's me. Sometimes it's... ]
Maybe there's multiple copies. Maybe the Dark Place needed copies, so there just were copies. Or every time I make a draft and something doesn't work, that just gets grabbed up by the Dark Place. [ He shakes his head. He doesn't really know how that makes sense, or how Door would get his hands on them if that happened to be the case. ]
You know, if things were different, I'd get you the biggest case of donuts that I could find. You do like donuts, right? Or, just replace donuts with something you really like.
[ He owes Tim a lot already, and the unfortunate thing is, he doesn't know how he'll ever be able to repay him. ]
If it is, I know how to deal with them. Kind of. [ Sometimes luck isn't on his side when dealing with them, but maybe it'll go better with Tim backing him up. ] Do you have a flashlight?
[ He offers the other man a smile as he watches him grab his hat, flashlight, and ammunition. That answers that question. His smile is a small one, and grimmer than he'd like, but there's not much to smile about around here. ]
Maybe if things had been different, I'd actually live there. [ It's hard to really envision it, but maybe in time, Alan would have grown to like life in Bright Falls. ]
Just stay close, alright? [ He catches the flare gun, and it and his flashlight slip into his hands with almost practiced ease as he gives Tim a looking over to reassure himself that he's ready. Well, as ready as anyone can be, anyway. ]
I don't mind at all. It's a nice change, having someone around for company.
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Well, I thought I had it, in the room where I do all the writing. [ Or someone writes. Sometimes it's me. Sometimes it's... ]
Maybe there's multiple copies. Maybe the Dark Place needed copies, so there just were copies. Or every time I make a draft and something doesn't work, that just gets grabbed up by the Dark Place. [ He shakes his head. He doesn't really know how that makes sense, or how Door would get his hands on them if that happened to be the case. ]
You know, if things were different, I'd get you the biggest case of donuts that I could find. You do like donuts, right? Or, just replace donuts with something you really like.
[ He owes Tim a lot already, and the unfortunate thing is, he doesn't know how he'll ever be able to repay him. ]
If it is, I know how to deal with them. Kind of. [ Sometimes luck isn't on his side when dealing with them, but maybe it'll go better with Tim backing him up. ] Do you have a flashlight?
[ He offers the other man a smile as he watches him grab his hat, flashlight, and ammunition. That answers that question. His smile is a small one, and grimmer than he'd like, but there's not much to smile about around here. ]
Maybe if things had been different, I'd actually live there. [ It's hard to really envision it, but maybe in time, Alan would have grown to like life in Bright Falls. ]
Just stay close, alright? [ He catches the flare gun, and it and his flashlight slip into his hands with almost practiced ease as he gives Tim a looking over to reassure himself that he's ready. Well, as ready as anyone can be, anyway. ]
I don't mind at all. It's a nice change, having someone around for company.