Good. [ He pauses for a moment, eyes looking her over, taking in everything of her that he can see. ] I say that because I want all of that too. I don't know how we can be that, but I want it. I- I didn't want to say it if you didn't want it too.

[ But is wanting enough? Could it ever be enough, when so much of this is bigger than both of them? It's so much more powerful than them. Alan's no fool; he knows that love doesn't always conquer all. Still, that doesn't stop him from having romantic tendencies.

If their time together is limited, shouldn't they make the most of it?

He believes so, even if a part of him wonders why she even fell for him in the first place. Surely loving him isn't fair to her. She could have better; she deserves better. But if she fell for someone else, he knows that he would hate him because that person isn't him. He'd be jealous of them, and yet happy for her that she found someone who could be there for her all the time. Why? Because that's what she deserves. That's who she deserves.

He notes how her hands flex, but she doesn't move. She just stands there waiting for... something. And that's really all he needs; if she wants him to do something, well, he will. He moves his hand from her shoulder to take hold of her hand, and with his other hand, he sets to work removing the t-shirt that she wears. He was about to just pull her into the shower with him, but at the last second, he remembered they haven't finished undressing yet.

First things first... But if it takes too much time, he might just pull her in and follow after her, clothes and all.

... It's not like he's eager or anything. ]