[ Alan just makes a humming kind of sound by way of agreeing with her. She's right, of course. At the center of it all, both Jesses are the same, at least when it comes to how they express themselves and when. ]
You're right, I don't know. And I feel the same way that I did when I told my Jesse about how I felt. You shouldn't have had to go through that, especially not at that age. At any age, that's terrible. But- [ He really hates thinking of a kid going through something that big and that difficult on their own. An adult probably wouldn't have handled it any better. Alan knows he really didn't, and he didn't even lose his entire family. ]
Yeah, most of the time. [ He's not perfect, and he tells white lies like everyone else. But there's some things that just have to be said, sometimes too bluntly. ]
Am I w- [ He doesn't get to finish that question, as on his end of the call, nothing but static can be heard, drowning out Jesse's voice. ]
Jesse? Jesse, I- Shit. [ That wasn't how he wanted the call to end, but it seems that something decided that's just how it's going to be. In the Writer's Room, Alan just flops back into the chair and sits there quietly for a moment. Maybe he'll try again. Maybe he won't. It'll probably always end the same way, but that's not going to stop him from trying. It just won't be right away.
He sits there in silence until he feels that brush against his mind, that feeling that he knows so well. And then, after a second, he smiles. It's not much, but it's enough.
Meanwhile, the Alan from this reality isn't smiling at all. The kidnapper didn't show, and the meeting that Alan and Jesse came all this way for was a bust. He doesn't look happy, frustration clear on his face, as he stomps his way over to Jesse. Back to square one.
When he reaches the car, he tries to force some of the frustration off his face. It's not her fault this didn't go how he wanted. ]
Hey. Sorry I made you wait. Are- [ She looks like she's had it rough. Maybe there's traces of tears or something that tips Alan off. ] Are you okay?
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You're right, I don't know. And I feel the same way that I did when I told my Jesse about how I felt. You shouldn't have had to go through that, especially not at that age. At any age, that's terrible. But- [ He really hates thinking of a kid going through something that big and that difficult on their own. An adult probably wouldn't have handled it any better. Alan knows he really didn't, and he didn't even lose his entire family. ]
Yeah, most of the time. [ He's not perfect, and he tells white lies like everyone else. But there's some things that just have to be said, sometimes too bluntly. ]
Am I w- [ He doesn't get to finish that question, as on his end of the call, nothing but static can be heard, drowning out Jesse's voice. ]
Jesse? Jesse, I- Shit. [ That wasn't how he wanted the call to end, but it seems that something decided that's just how it's going to be. In the Writer's Room, Alan just flops back into the chair and sits there quietly for a moment. Maybe he'll try again. Maybe he won't. It'll probably always end the same way, but that's not going to stop him from trying. It just won't be right away.
He sits there in silence until he feels that brush against his mind, that feeling that he knows so well. And then, after a second, he smiles. It's not much, but it's enough.
Meanwhile, the Alan from this reality isn't smiling at all. The kidnapper didn't show, and the meeting that Alan and Jesse came all this way for was a bust. He doesn't look happy, frustration clear on his face, as he stomps his way over to Jesse. Back to square one.
When he reaches the car, he tries to force some of the frustration off his face. It's not her fault this didn't go how he wanted. ]
Hey. Sorry I made you wait. Are- [ She looks like she's had it rough. Maybe there's traces of tears or something that tips Alan off. ] Are you okay?