[ Alan has certain ways of saying her name. Ways that tells her his mindset at the moment--the level of memories he has. The Director is a stranger, Faden is someone more familiar. Jesse is informal and close, but Jesse remains a particular tone. A special tone. One only used when he's awake on some level. When memories come back and he knows they are something.
Her eyes lift. After another moment they raise to his, locking onto his gaze immediately. She is scared. Not of him, but that it didn't work. Scared that her hail mary failed and at best will be fragmented memories. Memories that mismatch and make no sense so they are brushed to the side.
Her knuckles turn white as she presses further into the lip of the desk. The wood cracks slightly.
« I just want him home. With me. With the life we've talked about. » ]
Alan. [ Her voice is small and soft. He'll know the tone--won't he? ]
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Her eyes lift. After another moment they raise to his, locking onto his gaze immediately. She is scared. Not of him, but that it didn't work. Scared that her hail mary failed and at best will be fragmented memories. Memories that mismatch and make no sense so they are brushed to the side.
Her knuckles turn white as she presses further into the lip of the desk. The wood cracks slightly.
« I just want him home. With me. With the life we've talked about. » ]
Alan. [ Her voice is small and soft. He'll know the tone--won't he? ]