[ At first, she nods to his conclusions. She can find a way to keep open for any of those things. Maybe it won't matter what phone she uses or where she's at. She had been in the middle of a park in Arizona when this cross of communication happened. He might be able to reach her anywhere because of their... connection?
Eyebrows knit then at his request. She knows she said not to forget her. Is there a chance he could actually forget? Why would he? What about her is forgettable? Or, is it something to do with the nature of where he found himself through the Lake?
She looks down at the paper and pencil with a mixture of hesitation and hurt. She can't deny the request. It's the fact the request exists at all that hurts her. With a glance back up at him, Jesse takes the paper and the pen. The motion feels monumental as she has to remove herself from him and force herself to stand. Everything in her wants to simply collapse after everything inside her the last two years.
Losing Alan... then Polaris...
She steps away from Alan with unsteady movements. Within a few beats she has her backpack and pulls out a pen. The paper goes to the end table beside the bed. First, she writes with the broken pencil. Then, she traces over it with the pen. Finally, she folds the paper neatly. A turn and backtracking leads her to standing in front of him with the paper outstretched between her index and middle finger. When he reaches for it? She pulls it back slightly. ]
Don't read it unless you need to. [ Jesse glances down then holds it out to him again. ] Don't lose it.
[ There is far more on it than just her name.
Her gaze falls again. Legs begun to shake. She falls down on the end of the bed, catching herself to sit on top of it. Hands rest beside her before they slip from the bed. They raise to tug on the flannel he's wearing. Trying to bring him closer again.
She was never someone who touched or initiated contact with anyone. Then, she met him. Now she never wants to stop being able to feel him. Her forehead rests on his abs as she leans against him again.
She wonders if it's obvious to hum that Polaris is gone. Well, she is gone to Jesse. That connection is still there... merely muted. Quiet. None of the sound of her guide can be seen of heard, but the traces are still there.
A long moment stretches out as she wrestles with saying everything on her mind. The things kept inside. ]
... I miss you.
[ How he feels. How he sounds. How it feels when he touches me. I miss all of it. ]
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Eyebrows knit then at his request. She knows she said not to forget her. Is there a chance he could actually forget? Why would he? What about her is forgettable? Or, is it something to do with the nature of where he found himself through the Lake?
She looks down at the paper and pencil with a mixture of hesitation and hurt. She can't deny the request. It's the fact the request exists at all that hurts her. With a glance back up at him, Jesse takes the paper and the pen. The motion feels monumental as she has to remove herself from him and force herself to stand. Everything in her wants to simply collapse after everything inside her the last two years.
Losing Alan... then Polaris...
She steps away from Alan with unsteady movements. Within a few beats she has her backpack and pulls out a pen. The paper goes to the end table beside the bed. First, she writes with the broken pencil. Then, she traces over it with the pen. Finally, she folds the paper neatly. A turn and backtracking leads her to standing in front of him with the paper outstretched between her index and middle finger. When he reaches for it? She pulls it back slightly. ]
Don't read it unless you need to. [ Jesse glances down then holds it out to him again. ] Don't lose it.
[ There is far more on it than just her name.
Her gaze falls again. Legs begun to shake. She falls down on the end of the bed, catching herself to sit on top of it. Hands rest beside her before they slip from the bed. They raise to tug on the flannel he's wearing. Trying to bring him closer again.
She was never someone who touched or initiated contact with anyone. Then, she met him. Now she never wants to stop being able to feel him. Her forehead rests on his abs as she leans against him again.
She wonders if it's obvious to hum that Polaris is gone. Well, she is gone to Jesse. That connection is still there... merely muted. Quiet. None of the sound of her guide can be seen of heard, but the traces are still there.
A long moment stretches out as she wrestles with saying everything on her mind. The things kept inside. ]
... I miss you.
[ How he feels. How he sounds. How it feels when he touches me. I miss all of it. ]