[ Jesse has already had the same thoughts. She simply hasn't acted on them because she's afraid he'd dislike the idea. They've yet to really... figure out what they are. Interested? That seems obvious. Something more? She doesn't want to presume anything. Two messed up people dealing with something insane and that shouldn't exist? Yeah. Still, even that feels lacking in description.
She glances to the side. Her hands slide down his back. They come to a stop at the edge of his hoodie. Fingers brush along the hem, gently moving along the t-shirt underneath. Just a question--trying the waters. That pull inside her wants to be closer and somehow being closer means stronger. ]
This. [ Jesse pauses, knowing it's not very definitive or helpful. ] Listening... believing. That's fine. It's more...
[ « It's more than anyone else has done for me. » ]
I don't think Polaris brought me here to help find Dylan. It was because of the story. [ Her forehead presses into him further. ] She--there's something about the thing you keep calling the Dark Presence. She doesn't like it. Something about "It can't come in."
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She glances to the side. Her hands slide down his back. They come to a stop at the edge of his hoodie. Fingers brush along the hem, gently moving along the t-shirt underneath. Just a question--trying the waters. That pull inside her wants to be closer and somehow being closer means stronger. ]
This. [ Jesse pauses, knowing it's not very definitive or helpful. ] Listening... believing. That's fine. It's more...
[ « It's more than anyone else has done for me. » ]
I don't think Polaris brought me here to help find Dylan. It was because of the story. [ Her forehead presses into him further. ] She--there's something about the thing you keep calling the Dark Presence. She doesn't like it. Something about "It can't come in."