[ Jesse's shoulders curl slightly as if she is trying to make herself small. She wouldn't say there is a large difference between her and "the Director." More that she was always meant to be "the Director" in some fashion. Pathing the way, interacting with the weird. Protecting people from it. Helping those stuck in it like she was. A guiding star, to use his terminology. She feels she is at her best doing that... and the rest is a mess she doesn't know how to approach.
Finding the FBC, Dylan, and the truth didn't heal everything. It helped everything. But, she's realized some scars and wounds go deep and she isn't sure how to fix those. She can trust and rely on others around her... until things get too close to her. She attaches onto those things then doesn't let go of them.
Alan's become one of those people.
She glances down as he pauses to gather himself, eyes going back up to his when he speaks again. Her eyes widen slightly as he explains his feelings; that he loves her. Water threatens to well, but she's resolved not to cry again. Not for the moment. Not here and not more.
A hand lifts from his back to rest on the side of his face once more. Fingers brush along his cheek to try and give him some... comfort, love, strength? She doesn't know exactly. Hopefully the gesture helps. A smile is in her eyes as well, as she's scared to let it show on her face. Not that she could pin point why she is.
Fingers leave his cheek to press against his lips to stop the flow of words. He's breathing heavenly and just needs to stop. He can't work this injured and he can't focus or think this tired. He'll just run himself further into the metaphoric ground and the Dark Presence will get him again. ]
Alan. Stop. [ Jesse hesitantly puts her forehead to his. Fingers press against his lips to keep him from speaking in protest. ] You can't write like this. You can't even stand up. Lay down for a little while. It can't get you in here right now.
Let Polaris help the Light how you need it. [ She guides his head back to her shoulder, the one arm on his back wrapping around him protectively. The other leaves his lips to rest on the top of his head. She's never been good at any of this. ] Then we'll get to work. Okay?
[ Jesse glances down for a moment before curling her fingers into his jacket and hair. ] I love you too.
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Finding the FBC, Dylan, and the truth didn't heal everything. It helped everything. But, she's realized some scars and wounds go deep and she isn't sure how to fix those. She can trust and rely on others around her... until things get too close to her. She attaches onto those things then doesn't let go of them.
Alan's become one of those people.
She glances down as he pauses to gather himself, eyes going back up to his when he speaks again. Her eyes widen slightly as he explains his feelings; that he loves her. Water threatens to well, but she's resolved not to cry again. Not for the moment. Not here and not more.
A hand lifts from his back to rest on the side of his face once more. Fingers brush along his cheek to try and give him some... comfort, love, strength? She doesn't know exactly. Hopefully the gesture helps. A smile is in her eyes as well, as she's scared to let it show on her face. Not that she could pin point why she is.
Fingers leave his cheek to press against his lips to stop the flow of words. He's breathing heavenly and just needs to stop. He can't work this injured and he can't focus or think this tired. He'll just run himself further into the metaphoric ground and the Dark Presence will get him again. ]
Alan. Stop. [ Jesse hesitantly puts her forehead to his. Fingers press against his lips to keep him from speaking in protest. ] You can't write like this. You can't even stand up. Lay down for a little while. It can't get you in here right now.
Let Polaris help the Light how you need it. [ She guides his head back to her shoulder, the one arm on his back wrapping around him protectively. The other leaves his lips to rest on the top of his head. She's never been good at any of this. ] Then we'll get to work. Okay?
[ Jesse glances down for a moment before curling her fingers into his jacket and hair. ] I love you too.