Realistic. [ Her tone is more of questioning than disbelief. How much of this does he really find realistic? They're following a story he doesn't remember writing about a kidnapper taking his wife. The Dark Presence hunting him. Now, her. ] Not many people would say this is realistic.
[ A bashful smile touches her face as he presses back. Oh, she definitely wouldn't mind being unrealistic. Not that she can explain why. How can one conversation with a different version of Alan make her want to toss all caution to the wind? What is it about Alan Wake?
« Would he really tear down that poster for me...? No. No one should. »
Even if she wants to have someone in the room with her that sees the world she does.
She nods. ] It's okay.
[ Honestly, she doesn't want to let him go. ]
Then, we should find a way to take your story back. Make it yours again. Not... whatever the hell this is.
[ Suddenly, her hands grip onto him tighter. Her body stiffens. She can feel something tugging at her ankles. Something that wants to make her move as it wants and do as it demands of her. Let go of Alan. They have a job to do.
The story.
« No. I don't want to let him go. What if... what if I let go and can never hold onto him again? »
The fear strikes her hard and fast. Maybe some of it shows in her eyes from being hidden inside. The sudden and irrational idea that he'll drift away and she'll never see him again. He'll be gone from her life like her parents and Dylan.
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[ A bashful smile touches her face as he presses back. Oh, she definitely wouldn't mind being unrealistic. Not that she can explain why. How can one conversation with a different version of Alan make her want to toss all caution to the wind? What is it about Alan Wake?
« Would he really tear down that poster for me...? No. No one should. »
Even if she wants to have someone in the room with her that sees the world she does.
She nods. ] It's okay.
[ Honestly, she doesn't want to let him go. ]
Then, we should find a way to take your story back. Make it yours again. Not... whatever the hell this is.
[ Suddenly, her hands grip onto him tighter. Her body stiffens. She can feel something tugging at her ankles. Something that wants to make her move as it wants and do as it demands of her. Let go of Alan. They have a job to do.
The story.
« No. I don't want to let him go. What if... what if I let go and can never hold onto him again? »
The fear strikes her hard and fast. Maybe some of it shows in her eyes from being hidden inside. The sudden and irrational idea that he'll drift away and she'll never see him again. He'll be gone from her life like her parents and Dylan.
« He can't disappear. I won't let him. » ]