[ If he knew the questions that were going through her mind, he'd tell her that he's not about to let that happen. He's not about to forget her, or any of this, because it's important to him. He just can't let it go without a fight. Maybe that resolve is all he needs to keep being himself... to keep his thoughts his.

He eyes her seriously, as if wondering whether she'll do what she says and not laugh. But the only way he'll know is by saying what's on his mind. ]

I think that maybe we were supposed to run into each other. It wasn't random or coincidence; I don't know if I believe in fate or destiny or whatever, but I don't think I wound up at your door by mistake. This feels too right to be just something that could have happened or couldn't have, if one of us took a different turn and went a different way.

[ Maybe a shower shouldn't be that intimate; maybe all they should do is just kiss and hold each other. Either way, Alan's good with that. He's good with just being with her. Maybe they could just stay like this until one or both of them needs to stop for air. ]

You... you feel good. [ He mumbles against her lips, not wanting to pull back even to say that. Maybe saying things is something they should save for later so they can just keep on kissing. ]