[ The door all but flies open and Alan steps into the room, trying his best to keep his balance and not look as though he feels he just needs to sit down and not get back up for five minutes. Or ten. Maybe even twenty. But there's no time for that; he gives Barry a good looking over as if to assure himself that his old friend is alright. He certainly seems fine, if the rapid flow of words he's spouting is any indication. ]
Yeah... Well, thanks for that, I- Honestly, I didn't know what I was going to do. There was a diversion and I was trying to use that to get out, but I found you instead. And believe me, buddy, that's a million times better. [ Barry might be unconventional, but so is Alan, and in the end, Barry gets the job done. ]
But, uh, who's "us"? [ Alan's question barely leaves his mouth before he registers someone else stepping out from behind the cutout: not just any someone, but the person who he barged in on. It feels like that happened months ago, but he knows it hasn't been that long at all. He's about to say something surprised, because he hadn't expected her to be here either, but he doesn't have the chance to.
Jesse's crossing the room and making a beeline for him, all but throwing her arms around him in a hug. Instinctively, his own arms go around her as well and he pulls her in closer, just holding onto her while Barry looks on. ]
Uh, yeah, I thought... I thought she could help with the pages and the kidnapper and all the other crazy shit that's happened over the last... How long has it been, anyway?
[ Alan's grip on Jesse doesn't slack off, but at the mention of the cliff and the pages, he feels a pounding sensation starting in the back of his head and traveling to the front. It feels like having an ice pick shoved into his brain, and his eyes snap to Barry's in a split second. ]
Uh- I think I need to sit for a minute. [ But sitting is going to be hard with Jesse still in his arms, although he has no intention of letting her go. Since he can't really figure out a way to sit and still hold her, he scoots back an inch or two until his back is against the wall. Leaning isn't sitting down, but it'll have to do. ]
Hey, uh- Barry? [ He's still trying to regroup, trying to clear his head, but he knows he needs to say this before he forgets. ] Thanks for coming to get me, man.
[ And lest Jesse think he isn't grateful to her too, his hold on her tightens by a fraction and trusting that the wall will hold him up, he moves his free hand and places it on top of her hair. ]
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Yeah... Well, thanks for that, I- Honestly, I didn't know what I was going to do. There was a diversion and I was trying to use that to get out, but I found you instead. And believe me, buddy, that's a million times better. [ Barry might be unconventional, but so is Alan, and in the end, Barry gets the job done. ]
But, uh, who's "us"? [ Alan's question barely leaves his mouth before he registers someone else stepping out from behind the cutout: not just any someone, but the person who he barged in on. It feels like that happened months ago, but he knows it hasn't been that long at all. He's about to say something surprised, because he hadn't expected her to be here either, but he doesn't have the chance to.
Jesse's crossing the room and making a beeline for him, all but throwing her arms around him in a hug. Instinctively, his own arms go around her as well and he pulls her in closer, just holding onto her while Barry looks on. ]
Uh, yeah, I thought... I thought she could help with the pages and the kidnapper and all the other crazy shit that's happened over the last... How long has it been, anyway?
[ Alan's grip on Jesse doesn't slack off, but at the mention of the cliff and the pages, he feels a pounding sensation starting in the back of his head and traveling to the front. It feels like having an ice pick shoved into his brain, and his eyes snap to Barry's in a split second. ]
Uh- I think I need to sit for a minute. [ But sitting is going to be hard with Jesse still in his arms, although he has no intention of letting her go. Since he can't really figure out a way to sit and still hold her, he scoots back an inch or two until his back is against the wall. Leaning isn't sitting down, but it'll have to do. ]
Hey, uh- Barry? [ He's still trying to regroup, trying to clear his head, but he knows he needs to say this before he forgets. ] Thanks for coming to get me, man.
[ And lest Jesse think he isn't grateful to her too, his hold on her tightens by a fraction and trusting that the wall will hold him up, he moves his free hand and places it on top of her hair. ]