[ Maybe he lets himself be lost in his head too much. It's what the Dark Presence wants: to pull him away until there's nothing of him left, and that's when it'll swoop in. Maybe if he fought it more, he wouldn't drift away from her so much. But what does fighting it look like, anyway? For him, it's complicated, but what seems to somewhat ground him is thinking about her. Not just any old thoughts about her, but thoughts about her with him in their reality.
Yes, it's my reality too. I keep forgetting that. Or something is making me forget that. But it's where I'm from, where I belong, if I can believe what she keeps saying. ]
I know it's stupid, and you're probably thinking: oh, it's Alan Wake, just another rich guy throwing his money around. But- well, I don't know if I'm that rich guy anymore. Who knows what happened to what I owned? It probably all went to Alice. But... maybe if I write more books and they sell really well, I'll have the money to take you on a really nice date.
[ If she looks close enough, she'll notice that Alan's eyes have lit up as well, as if just the thought of treating her to a nice date has rekindled some kind of spark inside him. Maybe it's not the spark he needs to finally be free of this place, but at least it's a spark. ]
And coffee, right? [ The memory's a faint one because it feels like it happened a long time ago now, but he vaguely remembers a thermos of coffee that he didn't drink. Maybe this time, he'll actually eat and drink something. Maybe.
She kisses him again, and the kiss takes his breath away, but that feeling of breathlessness doesn't bother him. All he can focus on is the feel of her lips against his, and the way her hands rest along his back, her fingers moving beneath the fabric of the pants he borrowed. A thought enters his mind then, one that he wants to follow through with but is unsure what Jesse would think. Given what she's wearing at the moment, he thinks it wouldn't be strange, but his mind doesn't want to stop overthinking it.
Instead, he continues rocking his hips against hers, trying to find a rhythm that puts them in sync with each other. He wants to let go of his own hesitations and let his hands travel everywhere he can reach, exploring her, but he still finds himself pausing and trying to pull back on that urge. We've done this before, haven't we? Just let go. If she didn't want it, she'd say it. She'd do something to make that clear. ]
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Yes, it's my reality too. I keep forgetting that. Or something is making me forget that. But it's where I'm from, where I belong, if I can believe what she keeps saying. ]
I know it's stupid, and you're probably thinking: oh, it's Alan Wake, just another rich guy throwing his money around. But- well, I don't know if I'm that rich guy anymore. Who knows what happened to what I owned? It probably all went to Alice. But... maybe if I write more books and they sell really well, I'll have the money to take you on a really nice date.
[ If she looks close enough, she'll notice that Alan's eyes have lit up as well, as if just the thought of treating her to a nice date has rekindled some kind of spark inside him. Maybe it's not the spark he needs to finally be free of this place, but at least it's a spark. ]
And coffee, right? [ The memory's a faint one because it feels like it happened a long time ago now, but he vaguely remembers a thermos of coffee that he didn't drink. Maybe this time, he'll actually eat and drink something. Maybe.
She kisses him again, and the kiss takes his breath away, but that feeling of breathlessness doesn't bother him. All he can focus on is the feel of her lips against his, and the way her hands rest along his back, her fingers moving beneath the fabric of the pants he borrowed. A thought enters his mind then, one that he wants to follow through with but is unsure what Jesse would think. Given what she's wearing at the moment, he thinks it wouldn't be strange, but his mind doesn't want to stop overthinking it.
Instead, he continues rocking his hips against hers, trying to find a rhythm that puts them in sync with each other. He wants to let go of his own hesitations and let his hands travel everywhere he can reach, exploring her, but he still finds himself pausing and trying to pull back on that urge. We've done this before, haven't we? Just let go. If she didn't want it, she'd say it. She'd do something to make that clear. ]