[ He doesn't move, not wanting to pull away or pull her too close and make her uncomfortable, so he just stays still, watching what he can see of her for changes in expression or anything saying she doesn't like him being this close.
Something seems to be on her mind, and she seems to be having an internal dialogue as her eyes shift one direction and then another. He knows now that it's more than just her having a conversation with herself, but he's still figuring things out and wondering if maybe he should back off. Maybe it's not his place to figure things out. But already, he's begun to notice how she looks when she's having a conversation with her friend; she seems to go into a place he can't follow. Not that he would, as it's not his place.
She seems to be in her own world, and he knows he needs to keep his distance unless invited in. ]
A dump, huh? And all the kids played there. My parents- well, my mom would've hated that, I think. But I guess me and Barry did our own thing anyway as kids, so she probably hated a lot of the stuff we got up to. Honestly, for a kid, finding a doorway to other places sounds like an adventure. It sounds like fun.
[ But he remembers her mentioning bits and pieces about this before, and he remembers that it sounded fun until it wasn't anymore. ]
So that's how you and your friend- how you met Polaris. [ Something in Alan's gaze seems to shift as if he's seeing something echoing around Jesse, but he's still focused on her and her story. ] Well, she's right about one thing. I think you are special. Different, but in a good way. [ He's quick to add: ] Not weird or crazy, but special. Unique.
[ And then he smiles when she glances up at him, because he can feel that brush against his mind, a feeling he's starting to associate with Jesse and Polaris. ]
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Something seems to be on her mind, and she seems to be having an internal dialogue as her eyes shift one direction and then another. He knows now that it's more than just her having a conversation with herself, but he's still figuring things out and wondering if maybe he should back off. Maybe it's not his place to figure things out. But already, he's begun to notice how she looks when she's having a conversation with her friend; she seems to go into a place he can't follow. Not that he would, as it's not his place.
She seems to be in her own world, and he knows he needs to keep his distance unless invited in. ]
A dump, huh? And all the kids played there. My parents- well, my mom would've hated that, I think. But I guess me and Barry did our own thing anyway as kids, so she probably hated a lot of the stuff we got up to. Honestly, for a kid, finding a doorway to other places sounds like an adventure. It sounds like fun.
[ But he remembers her mentioning bits and pieces about this before, and he remembers that it sounded fun until it wasn't anymore. ]
So that's how you and your friend- how you met Polaris. [ Something in Alan's gaze seems to shift as if he's seeing something echoing around Jesse, but he's still focused on her and her story. ] Well, she's right about one thing. I think you are special. Different, but in a good way. [ He's quick to add: ] Not weird or crazy, but special. Unique.
[ And then he smiles when she glances up at him, because he can feel that brush against his mind, a feeling he's starting to associate with Jesse and Polaris. ]