[ Alan's finding himself caught between opening up more of himself to her in the sense of letting her see past the famous writer mask and assuming she doesn't want to see past said mask. Why would she, anyway? If not for that strange compelling force pushing him to get closer to her, he wouldn't have dared touch her like he did. He can't imagine why she'd ever be interested in knowing more about him. ]

Yeah, well, this writer hasn't seen as much of the world as you'd think, if that's what you're expecting. Not for lack of wanting to, of course, just- a lot of things got in the way.

[ He laughs and smirks a little, as if to indicate that he knows she's joking. He appreciates the attempt at lightening the mood. ]

If I had a fitness coach, they'd probably say the same thing. So, uh, here's to motivation? And for what it's worth, I don't think you're crazy, if I haven't said that before. If you are, well, then so am I, which means we should definitely stick together.

[ That pull is still tugging at him, and he's decided he's done resisting. It wants him to get closer to her, and whether or not it's wise, he's realized he wants that too. Maybe somehow, the two of them can help each other. They've gotten this far together, but maybe there's more to it than that.

They seem to share a common enemy, but is that all that they have in common? Alan really wants to find out more. As for what he'll do next, even he's not sure. He pulled her close because it felt right, but now what does he do? His eyes are still locked on hers, but he has no idea what he's supposed to do now.

Wait. Maybe what he's supposed to do is find out if she's feeling anything like what he's feeling. ]

Uh. This is going to sound crazy, but- Well, I'm crazy too, I guess. Did you feel something just now? Something unexpected?