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[outlierdirector]

a different path,
the same road.

When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[crazyisinevitable]

[ He might be thinking aloud as he touches her, but that doesn't mean his touches are just something he's doing automatically or absent-mindedly. He wishes he could just be there with her and not have to worry about this insane story and what he needs to do to get out of it.

Maybe he needs to find his own sense of stubbornness and determination again and use that to find out what the hell he has to do to finish this story and get back home. Oh, that determination is still there somewhere, but it feels like he's losing his grip on it. It's not something he noticed right away, but he finds himself having moments of second-guessing, and he hates that. He wants to just write what he has to write and get out of this mess already.

She moves then, putting her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, and he stills, leaning into her touch. His eyes lock onto hers in return, and he finds himself thinking about how great she looks. "Great" doesn't begin to cover it, but everything about her just draws him in. He pauses for a moment, wondering where else he should wash for her. Where would she want him to focus on?

Nothing immediately comes to mind, so he settles on moving both hands to her shoulders and lightly rubbing his hands against her shoulder blades. Giving her a massage might not have been in his plans at first, but it just seems like the natural progression of things. ]

Yeah... or something like that. This story's insane, I'm probably insane too, or at least insane-sounding. But you're not running for the hills yelling about an escaped insane person, so... Uh. [ If he wasn't absorbed in massaging her, he'd rub the back of his head awkwardly. ] You honestly don't think it's weird how I brought you in? But- changing it does mean something. It's worth something, because it's how I'll get home. To- well, to you, if... you know.

[ Alan suddenly feels awkward, maybe even a little shy, and that's strange for him. He's not a shy person by any means, but he feels a little of that now. ]

I don't want to leave you behind. I never wanted to leave you behind. You know that, right?

[ He rubs his hands more against her shoulders, making small circular motions as he tries to figure out what he needs and how she could help. Part of him recoils from the idea, because what if she gets a target on her back because of him? Who knows what the story would do with her? It would be his fault, whatever it is. ]

I don't know what I need. I- I'm sure you can help somehow, but it's the "how" of that that I'm still figuring out. It's not as simple as punching a hole in the universe or reality or whatever this is and getting out that way.

... Maybe just having you along for the ride is helpful enough.

[outlierdirector]

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