[ This feels right; it feels real and natural and right, and Alan just wants to stay like this for as long as they can. He feels her shoulders relax and his hold on her tightens, but he moves a hand to begin tracing light patterns against her shoulder, in hopes of soothing her too. He can't remember the last time he felt this content with another person, but he's feeling it now with her, and he doesn't want this to end. He can hear the smile in her voice even if it doesn't show in her face, but his own face brightens just a fraction as he smiles in response. ]

Let me tell you, it's not the kind of face you want to see anywhere, but definitely not when you're waking up from being drugged. [ Alan's tone is light and his smile hasn't dropped off, but there's a hint of tightness in it that wasn't there just seconds ago. ] You ever see someone's picture and think about drawing on it to deface it? Yeah, that's kind of how I feel.

[ His smile widens when she rubs her cheek against his shoulder. He's not sure what it is about the gesture that he likes, but- well, he likes it, and he moves his hand from her shoulder to cautiously touch the ends of her hair. ] Really? Well, trust me when I say that you are.