[ Even without the explanation, Alan holds onto the keychain as if it's the most important thing he's ever had. It represents them, their relationship, their being together, and even if other forces are conspiring to keep them apart, it's what leads them back to each other.
He holds onto the charm as he waits for something to slide back under the door. If Jesse's there, she won't just ignore the paper he pushed over from his side of the door. If she's there, she'll jump at the chance to try and reach him.
Unless she doesn't. Unless she's tired of being jerked around and she's decided it's not worth it anymore. No, that can't be what she's decided. She wouldn't, right? She didn't come here and have Polaris reach out only to decide to give up.
He straightens up slightly when he hears the rustle of paper and spots the corner and then the rest of the page sliding under the door. ]
It worked. It really worked. I don't know how, but I'm not even going to ask.
[ Reaching for the paper with a suddenly shaking hand, Alan's eyes scan over it, taking in Jesse's additions. It's little things, mostly, that tell him it's her. The underlining of certain words that only they'd know as significant confirms it for him. He brushes over the drawn telephone with a finger and his lips turn up slightly, but not into a full smile.
The pencil is suddenly in his hand again, but this time, he hesitates. What should he say? What should he do? Suddenly, his mind feels as though it's gone blank, with all thoughts wiped from it. He'd imagined what he'd say to Jesse if he could talk to her again, but now that he can, it's as though everything he imagined has just faded from his mind. It could be his exhaustion talking, or his grief about Alice, but Alan's drawing a blank.
Finally, he scribbles something down and pushes the paper back under the door. ]
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He holds onto the charm as he waits for something to slide back under the door. If Jesse's there, she won't just ignore the paper he pushed over from his side of the door. If she's there, she'll jump at the chance to try and reach him.
Unless she doesn't. Unless she's tired of being jerked around and she's decided it's not worth it anymore. No, that can't be what she's decided. She wouldn't, right? She didn't come here and have Polaris reach out only to decide to give up.
He straightens up slightly when he hears the rustle of paper and spots the corner and then the rest of the page sliding under the door. ]
It worked. It really worked. I don't know how, but I'm not even going to ask.
[ Reaching for the paper with a suddenly shaking hand, Alan's eyes scan over it, taking in Jesse's additions. It's little things, mostly, that tell him it's her. The underlining of certain words that only they'd know as significant confirms it for him. He brushes over the drawn telephone with a finger and his lips turn up slightly, but not into a full smile.
The pencil is suddenly in his hand again, but this time, he hesitates. What should he say? What should he do? Suddenly, his mind feels as though it's gone blank, with all thoughts wiped from it. He'd imagined what he'd say to Jesse if he could talk to her again, but now that he can, it's as though everything he imagined has just faded from his mind. It could be his exhaustion talking, or his grief about Alice, but Alan's drawing a blank.
Finally, he scribbles something down and pushes the paper back under the door. ]
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