[ A gentle laugh comes from her then. One that sounds more like a breath of air. It's something that's just so Alan. He would be the first person to criticize himself on how he behaves and treat others. She sighs, looking up at him, but at least a little light is back in her gaze. ]

You could try writing to him. [ She glances to the side, then nods, before returning her attention to him. ] Alan said he leaves notes to himself. Messages so he doesn't forget. Maybe it's what you could do. Not that I'm encouraging you to. Just... giving a suggestion on how you could go about it if you had to. Or, if you need to write to yourself.

[ Her hands curl in the arm of the couch underneath her. Her posture stiffens. Alan isn't wrong. No one would blame her for not waiting for her writer. Especially Alan himself. Only one person in the entire world would and that is why her lips press together to keep herself from letting those emotions that threaten to spill out of her. ]

I would. [ Jesse nods again as if to herself to confirm the suggestion. ] I couldn't move on doing what I do, knowing I just left him here.

[ She pushes herself to stand up again. Her height makes her stand shorter than him, but those green colored eyes demand his attention. There is a shimmer in her eyes that is missing in the Jesse he knows. Hands raise to rest on his elbows to pull his attention to her. ]

Then, start by listening to your Jesse. Believing in her.