[ Luckily for Alan, it hasn't registered yet with him that it's growing dark outside. Just because he's spent most of his time in the dark doesn't mean he's ever at ease in it. The darkness is where the monsters lurk, and from the shadows is where the voices shouting or whispering his name come from. No, there's nothing about the darkness that Alan likes.
He opens the door to alert Steve, and the older man greets him with yet another quip about his name. In spite of himself, Alan rolls his eyes in pretend annoyance that has a grain of actual mild annoyance in it, but he offers a half-smile. ]
Let me guess, you're always in a punny mood. [ It's not a great effort, and it probably won't even net him a laugh, but considering his own mood, it's something.
Alan's eyes shift to the door leading to the cells, and his smile that was barely there to begin with vanishes. ]
I'm fi- [ He starts to say before someone else answers before he can finish. That nagging feeling of familiarity prods at his mind again. What exactly is so familiar about this? Why do I feel like I should know this?
His gaze shifts again to see Jesse approaching them. Something inside him seems to react to the sight of her, but he hasn't even the faintest idea why that would be. It's something else he chalks off to the strange nagging feeling that he really should know more than he does about this situation, about the FBC, about almost everything. But whenever he searches inwardly for information, something that might be relevant, nothing comes to mind.
He pulls himself back to the present to hear Jesse giving orders and he stiffens in response to what he hears. A morgue that needs to be prepared... for what? There's only one thing a morgue is used for, and all Alan feels is a sinking feeling. ]
You sound like an officer giving orders before a battle. [ And that only contributes to Alan's growing sense of unease. But he follows her back inside the office, a wary expression now on his face. ]
Yeah... I have questions. [ A frown forms, pulling his lips down with it, and he rubs at his forehead, although for now, the pressure has lessened. ] What exactly are you getting ready for?
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He opens the door to alert Steve, and the older man greets him with yet another quip about his name. In spite of himself, Alan rolls his eyes in pretend annoyance that has a grain of actual mild annoyance in it, but he offers a half-smile. ]
Let me guess, you're always in a punny mood. [ It's not a great effort, and it probably won't even net him a laugh, but considering his own mood, it's something.
Alan's eyes shift to the door leading to the cells, and his smile that was barely there to begin with vanishes. ]
I'm fi- [ He starts to say before someone else answers before he can finish. That nagging feeling of familiarity prods at his mind again. What exactly is so familiar about this? Why do I feel like I should know this?
His gaze shifts again to see Jesse approaching them. Something inside him seems to react to the sight of her, but he hasn't even the faintest idea why that would be. It's something else he chalks off to the strange nagging feeling that he really should know more than he does about this situation, about the FBC, about almost everything. But whenever he searches inwardly for information, something that might be relevant, nothing comes to mind.
He pulls himself back to the present to hear Jesse giving orders and he stiffens in response to what he hears. A morgue that needs to be prepared... for what? There's only one thing a morgue is used for, and all Alan feels is a sinking feeling. ]
You sound like an officer giving orders before a battle. [ And that only contributes to Alan's growing sense of unease. But he follows her back inside the office, a wary expression now on his face. ]
Yeah... I have questions. [ A frown forms, pulling his lips down with it, and he rubs at his forehead, although for now, the pressure has lessened. ] What exactly are you getting ready for?