I've already been through that. [ Jesse can't find a better way to say it that doesn't come off as cruel or mean spirited. She doesn't mean it that way. Just... statement of fact.
The stories he's involved in have already hurt her in a way that makes everything else pale in comparison.
Her gaze drops.
"... when the story ends. When it's over, I'll come home."
If she continued to try and delude herself that Alan was home? Those few sentences would have ruined the lie she tried to believe. It really is just another story he's wrapped up in. One she inserted herself into because she ... she needs him. She needs that connection to someone that's gone through what she has. Maybe she needs it more now that Polaris has gone away. ]
Wheeler? He's... he manages a rock band now. He wouldn't have the time for me. Probably wouldn't want anything to do with me either. [ She pauses. ] Sorry. I'm not--I'm not trying to say "no" to everything. I just... is there a place for me with the people you know if you're not there?
I... I don't know. I'm not sure I know much of anything anymore.
[ Little does she know that Barry would do anything for Alan. Especially if he felt it was in memory of a best friend.
Jesse doesn't hesitate or glance at his hands. He reaches out to touch her hair and she immediately leans into it. She can feel... something. It feels like that unique frequency that she only seems to reach when he's there. Just, muted. Distant.
«No, no. It's--it's not supposed to be so far away. It's me, isn't it? There's something wrong with me. Is... is that why you left? What did I do to... how do I FIX this? »
She moves forward by half a step. Her hand reaches up to rest on his arm, head tilting into him. Trying to feel him on that unique place that always made her feel... brighter. ]
What idea? [ Her voice is soft, clearly worried something has gone wrong. No, not has gone wrong. That something is wrong--with her. ] Everything about us has always been weird, Alan.
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The stories he's involved in have already hurt her in a way that makes everything else pale in comparison.
Her gaze drops.
"... when the story ends. When it's over, I'll come home."
If she continued to try and delude herself that Alan was home? Those few sentences would have ruined the lie she tried to believe. It really is just another story he's wrapped up in. One she inserted herself into because she ... she needs him. She needs that connection to someone that's gone through what she has. Maybe she needs it more now that Polaris has gone away. ]
Wheeler? He's... he manages a rock band now. He wouldn't have the time for me. Probably wouldn't want anything to do with me either. [ She pauses. ] Sorry. I'm not--I'm not trying to say "no" to everything. I just... is there a place for me with the people you know if you're not there?
I... I don't know. I'm not sure I know much of anything anymore.
[ Little does she know that Barry would do anything for Alan. Especially if he felt it was in memory of a best friend.
Jesse doesn't hesitate or glance at his hands. He reaches out to touch her hair and she immediately leans into it. She can feel... something. It feels like that unique frequency that she only seems to reach when he's there. Just, muted. Distant.
«No, no. It's--it's not supposed to be so far away. It's me, isn't it? There's something wrong with me. Is... is that why you left? What did I do to... how do I FIX this? »
She moves forward by half a step. Her hand reaches up to rest on his arm, head tilting into him. Trying to feel him on that unique place that always made her feel... brighter. ]
What idea? [ Her voice is soft, clearly worried something has gone wrong. No, not has gone wrong. That something is wrong--with her. ] Everything about us has always been weird, Alan.