« Why can't he just stop for a few minutes? He NEEDS to stop. He needs to get his strength back so we can get back to work. Yes, we. Because we need to help him. Both of us, pathing out the story. Would he show us the manuscript he's been trying to edit? Return? Is it here? »
Her eyes drop back to him in his lap as he speaks. She is listening, even if she is conversing with Polaris. The expression she wears falls slightly as he continues on. Talking, stopping. Talking again. Stopping again. It's obvious that his body is telling him to just heal, but his mind won't stop.
Can she get him to stop and listen to what he needs?
Then, she feels as if everything in her mind comes to a screeching halt. Her heart stops. It feels as if it does anyways.
Be there for you, instead of leaving you on your own...
Something in her shakes at his words. From one extreme to the other--no movement then everything is moving. The foundations of the world she knows being changed. It's always just been her and Polaris. Against the world. Now, she has an entire department of the government behind her. People that rely on her, need her guidance. That alone shook her world view, but she knows what Alan means is even deeper than that.
A partner.
Not just romantically, or roommates, or two parautalitarians discovering what one another can do.
A pillar of support.
« God... he really is a master wordsmith. You don't need to use complicated words or fanciful sentences. Just, the right words with the right meaning. Maybe he's just figured me out... or maybe there's more to it than I want to admit. Admitting to more leaves me open. The more open, the more people come in... and they leave. »
You're the reason I want to come home.
Jesse pulls her bottom lip in and bites on it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but to a point where it's obvious she's trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She knows he wants the open door to her emotions, but she can't do that. Not here in a hostile dimension. Maybe if they were in the Oceanview Motel, or back in Bright Falls... back in the apartment. Places where she felt it was safe to be exactly the way he's requested.
The hand on top of his curls further. Another tight grip--but only briefly--before she lowers her head and tilts it to the side. Some of her hair obscures her face. ]
You promised you'd come home. [ Her fingers move from between his to brushing along them. ] You can't do that unless you come home.
...So, you better keep your promise. [ Fingers slide back between his. Hopefully he understands that she is accepting his offer. ] You can't help me being stuck in this room.
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She doesn't like it at all.
« Why can't he just stop for a few minutes? He NEEDS to stop. He needs to get his strength back so we can get back to work. Yes, we. Because we need to help him. Both of us, pathing out the story. Would he show us the manuscript he's been trying to edit? Return? Is it here? »
Her eyes drop back to him in his lap as he speaks. She is listening, even if she is conversing with Polaris. The expression she wears falls slightly as he continues on. Talking, stopping. Talking again. Stopping again. It's obvious that his body is telling him to just heal, but his mind won't stop.
Can she get him to stop and listen to what he needs?
Then, she feels as if everything in her mind comes to a screeching halt. Her heart stops. It feels as if it does anyways.
Be there for you, instead of leaving you on your own...
Something in her shakes at his words. From one extreme to the other--no movement then everything is moving. The foundations of the world she knows being changed. It's always just been her and Polaris. Against the world. Now, she has an entire department of the government behind her. People that rely on her, need her guidance. That alone shook her world view, but she knows what Alan means is even deeper than that.
A partner.
Not just romantically, or roommates, or two parautalitarians discovering what one another can do.
A pillar of support.
« God... he really is a master wordsmith. You don't need to use complicated words or fanciful sentences. Just, the right words with the right meaning. Maybe he's just figured me out... or maybe there's more to it than I want to admit. Admitting to more leaves me open. The more open, the more people come in... and they leave. »
You're the reason I want to come home.
Jesse pulls her bottom lip in and bites on it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but to a point where it's obvious she's trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She knows he wants the open door to her emotions, but she can't do that. Not here in a hostile dimension. Maybe if they were in the Oceanview Motel, or back in Bright Falls... back in the apartment. Places where she felt it was safe to be exactly the way he's requested.
The hand on top of his curls further. Another tight grip--but only briefly--before she lowers her head and tilts it to the side. Some of her hair obscures her face. ]
You promised you'd come home. [ Her fingers move from between his to brushing along them. ] You can't do that unless you come home.
...So, you better keep your promise. [ Fingers slide back between his. Hopefully he understands that she is accepting his offer. ] You can't help me being stuck in this room.