[ It feels good to him. This feels good to him. When so many things around them don't feel good or even look anything close to good... knowing there's still something like this that can happen in the middle of... whatever the hell this is, it means something to Alan. It's something he doesn't want to forget. ]

I guess that makes sense. I mean, I don't really understand a lot about all this yet, but this kind of thing doesn't belong in our world, does it? It can't get into our world.

[ He's not really sure how he knows that, or why he has a sinking feeling of dread when he thinks about whatever this force is getting into their world. Maybe it's just because it feels evil and dark, and there's already too much of that around them. Not that Alan's spent a lot of time thinking about good versus evil, but it's just the way the world seems to be. There's good people and bad people and apparently good otherworldly forces and bad ones.

And even though Alan's had his moments of being bad, he doesn't want some evil dark force sneaking in. Or breaking in, rather.

His eyes widen slightly in response to her fingers touching his skin, but just as quickly as she touched him, she pulls back. ]

You didn't have to stop, unless- unless you wanted to.