[ Silence finally settles over Alan again, except for the sound of his breathing; it's not because he ran out of things to say. He just ran out of the energy needed to say them.
He watches Jesse closely, watching her movements, her expressions. She says so much with just her expressions that he believes he can at least guess at what she's thinking or feeling. He uses words to communicate, sometimes to the point that it feels like it's too many words, but Jesse doesn't operate that way. He loves that about her.
Will she think I'm crazy? No, I know she won't. Overstepping, maybe. Maybe she doesn't want a partner like that. But isn't that what partners do? Support each other? I was never very good at supporting Alice, and in the end... I let her down. I don't want to do that with Jesse. I won't.
Emotion settles into Alan's eyes, a look of regret, of wishing he could undo the past, and he shudders briefly as the weight of it all sinks down on him. He can't undo the past, but maybe he can have a different future- a better one. With Jesse.
If only he can just find the strength to get back up and do what he needs to do, what he's always needed to do: write the ending that will finally end all of this trouble, and finally let him come home.
But how can he do that? He's out of ideas, out of anything that might be useful. What kind of ending can he write that would solve all of these problems? His brow furrows in frustration, but then an idea comes to him... a long shot, but everything is a long shot.
His free hand moves as if reaching for something. It's out of reach from down here on the floor, but maybe Jesse can grab it for him: a manuscript that's been placed inside a desk drawer. ]
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He watches Jesse closely, watching her movements, her expressions. She says so much with just her expressions that he believes he can at least guess at what she's thinking or feeling. He uses words to communicate, sometimes to the point that it feels like it's too many words, but Jesse doesn't operate that way. He loves that about her.
Will she think I'm crazy? No, I know she won't. Overstepping, maybe. Maybe she doesn't want a partner like that. But isn't that what partners do? Support each other? I was never very good at supporting Alice, and in the end... I let her down. I don't want to do that with Jesse. I won't.
Emotion settles into Alan's eyes, a look of regret, of wishing he could undo the past, and he shudders briefly as the weight of it all sinks down on him. He can't undo the past, but maybe he can have a different future- a better one. With Jesse.
If only he can just find the strength to get back up and do what he needs to do, what he's always needed to do: write the ending that will finally end all of this trouble, and finally let him come home.
But how can he do that? He's out of ideas, out of anything that might be useful. What kind of ending can he write that would solve all of these problems? His brow furrows in frustration, but then an idea comes to him... a long shot, but everything is a long shot.
His free hand moves as if reaching for something. It's out of reach from down here on the floor, but maybe Jesse can grab it for him: a manuscript that's been placed inside a desk drawer. ]