[ She's content to simply sit there on the floor and let both of them rest. He needs more, but she can already feel how drained she is. Polaris took a lot out of her, but it was needed in order to get where they needed to. Alan has to be awake in order to plot out what they need to do. Being how he's been has just got them circling over and over. They can't keep going as they have been.
Her hand remains around his as her head tilts to the side and her eyes clothes. Not asleep or resting. Just... being there under the warm light. Polaris' resonance continues to hum, that gentle vibration echoing through the floorboards of the attic room--attic room? Hadn't she gotten here through a cabin? It should just be a second floor room.
« I don't think I'll ever understand this place. Not that I want to. »
Polaris shifts, and Jesse feels as if her oldest friend finds it amusing. Maybe Alan can even pick up on that with how the resonance shimmers around Jesse.
Her eyes open once she feels him shift. Green eyes follow his hand as he lifts it and she frowns slightly.
« He really doesn't understand how to stop and rest. Does he? »
Jesse isn't sure what he's gesturing to at first. Polaris tugs at her mind and her head turns to look behind her at the desk. The resonance shimmers and Jesse's head cants to the side. With a spare glance she shifts, moving out from under Alan slowly and helping him move. She sets him sitting against the desk before she begins looking around it.
It takes a few guesses on which drawer both he and Polaris want her to look through. One drawer has just... shredded paper in it everywhere. Random phrases and words on different pieces. She frowns, not wanting to really know what each phrase is for or how it came to be. She can guess. Some fits of just breaking down before he returned to himself. Before he "met" her.
The next drawer has what he's looking for. A manuscript. "Return" by... the name is scratched out. Violently. With a pen. A sinking feeling fills her stomach as she realizes what she's holding. It's a few slow steps before she rejoins him at the front of the desk, sitting down cross legged beside him with the papers in her hands. Then, one hand raises and the pen from the desk flies into it comfortably.
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Her hand remains around his as her head tilts to the side and her eyes clothes. Not asleep or resting. Just... being there under the warm light. Polaris' resonance continues to hum, that gentle vibration echoing through the floorboards of the attic room--attic room? Hadn't she gotten here through a cabin? It should just be a second floor room.
« I don't think I'll ever understand this place. Not that I want to. »
Polaris shifts, and Jesse feels as if her oldest friend finds it amusing. Maybe Alan can even pick up on that with how the resonance shimmers around Jesse.
Her eyes open once she feels him shift. Green eyes follow his hand as he lifts it and she frowns slightly.
« He really doesn't understand how to stop and rest. Does he? »
Jesse isn't sure what he's gesturing to at first. Polaris tugs at her mind and her head turns to look behind her at the desk. The resonance shimmers and Jesse's head cants to the side. With a spare glance she shifts, moving out from under Alan slowly and helping him move. She sets him sitting against the desk before she begins looking around it.
It takes a few guesses on which drawer both he and Polaris want her to look through. One drawer has just... shredded paper in it everywhere. Random phrases and words on different pieces. She frowns, not wanting to really know what each phrase is for or how it came to be. She can guess. Some fits of just breaking down before he returned to himself. Before he "met" her.
The next drawer has what he's looking for. A manuscript. "Return" by... the name is scratched out. Violently. With a pen. A sinking feeling fills her stomach as she realizes what she's holding. It's a few slow steps before she rejoins him at the front of the desk, sitting down cross legged beside him with the papers in her hands. Then, one hand raises and the pen from the desk flies into it comfortably.
Jesse looks up at him. ]
Did you want me to read it, or just get to work?
[ « Since he won't stop and insists on going.
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