[ The strange thing about all of this (except maybe it's not strange to her at all) is that Alan barely knows what his own mindset is. He's scattered, but not to the level that he's been before. But the important thing is that he's trying to pull himself out of his scattered mess of his own mind so he can be there with her. Why? He barely knows. But something is still nudging him to push past the haze in his mind and just be there with her and for her.
His gaze shifts again, moving away from where it was looking at the ground so that he can see her. He steps closer again. A feeling of wanting to lean in, pressing his forehead against hers, and then pressing his lips onto hers surfaces. Should I? I want to. Does she want to? ]
Jesse. [ He's close enough now, so he actually does press his forehead to hers. The kissing... he's still hesitating about that. But he wants to. And as he looks at her, all the hurt, all the confusion, all the desperation of the last twenty-four hours just melts away. The effects of it all linger in his eyes, but over all of it, there's just a look of wanting to be with her again. ] You're here.
[ He does know that tone. He hopes she recognizes his own. ]
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His gaze shifts again, moving away from where it was looking at the ground so that he can see her. He steps closer again. A feeling of wanting to lean in, pressing his forehead against hers, and then pressing his lips onto hers surfaces. Should I? I want to. Does she want to? ]
Jesse. [ He's close enough now, so he actually does press his forehead to hers. The kissing... he's still hesitating about that. But he wants to. And as he looks at her, all the hurt, all the confusion, all the desperation of the last twenty-four hours just melts away. The effects of it all linger in his eyes, but over all of it, there's just a look of wanting to be with her again. ] You're here.
[ He does know that tone. He hopes she recognizes his own. ]