[ He's already slowly waking back up even though part of him stubbornly keeps his eyes closed. When was the last time he was able to rest, even for a little while? He can't remember, and no amount of trying can bring the memories to the surface. She needs rest the most, or so he believes, but there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to just sleep for a little while longer.
But darkness will be returning soon, and of course, night isn't safe for any of them, not with the threshold being active and the Dark Presence grasping for anything that it can use.
Alan's smile fades again and is replaced by a frown as he shifts even as Jesse rests her head against his arm. Her hand wraps around his arm too, and he briefly stills. He has to wake up again, but it's not what he wants. He wants to just rest with her for a little while longer.
But sleep, it seems, is already loosening its grip on him and he feels awareness returning. A low mumble escapes him as he grumbles in protest about having to wake up before he's ready. One eye slowly opens followed by the other, and immediately, his gaze focuses on hers. ]
... Hey.
[ The clothes he's wearing haven't bothered him until now. Maybe it's just that he somehow grew used to running around wearing blood and dirt-stained clothes. Has he done that before? It feels like something that's familiar but only vaguely. Still, even though he might be accustomed to it, he's realizing that they're not particularly comfortable, and he must be unsettling to look at. He's surprised more people haven't recoiled from him or looked at him with suspicion, because anyone wearing bloodstained clothes can't be innocent, right? ]
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But darkness will be returning soon, and of course, night isn't safe for any of them, not with the threshold being active and the Dark Presence grasping for anything that it can use.
Alan's smile fades again and is replaced by a frown as he shifts even as Jesse rests her head against his arm. Her hand wraps around his arm too, and he briefly stills. He has to wake up again, but it's not what he wants. He wants to just rest with her for a little while longer.
But sleep, it seems, is already loosening its grip on him and he feels awareness returning. A low mumble escapes him as he grumbles in protest about having to wake up before he's ready. One eye slowly opens followed by the other, and immediately, his gaze focuses on hers. ]
... Hey.
[ The clothes he's wearing haven't bothered him until now. Maybe it's just that he somehow grew used to running around wearing blood and dirt-stained clothes. Has he done that before? It feels like something that's familiar but only vaguely. Still, even though he might be accustomed to it, he's realizing that they're not particularly comfortable, and he must be unsettling to look at. He's surprised more people haven't recoiled from him or looked at him with suspicion, because anyone wearing bloodstained clothes can't be innocent, right? ]