If? [ Jesse raises her eyebrows. She has the feeling she knows what he is implying but doesn't want to assume or presume anything anymore. Alan is so close to being free of this mess. She doesn't want to step wrong or do anything that could cause that progress to be erased. ] If what?
[ She watches his face closely for an answer before he even really speaks. The exhaustion is plain to see. The pain, the heartache. All she can do is offer to pick him up and steady him as he moves forward. She already knows she can't end this for him. This is Alan's journey and all she can do is support him in it. The concept alone is frightening because she is so much of a force of nature. She hits targets and hits them fast, breaking things in her path. That isn't what this story needs. It doesn't need the Director to handle things, it doesn't even need Jesse.
If anything... it only needs Polaris.
Jesse meets him in the kiss. She leans back against the wall behind her between two of the marked doors. Hands leave his to wrap around his neck to pull them closer--or have him come closer to her. A dull ache has formed in her back from how hard she had collided with the wall once she finally managed to pull him out. She would say she is just as tired as Alan is, but that statement would be a lie. He is far more exhausted than she is. She may never truly understand just how grounded down he has become thanks to the Dark Presence.
Fingers brush along the wet strands of his hair. They've done something like this before. Here, in the Motel. Except that time she forced his hand; made him promise to put them back in the story. This time is different. Now, she just asks if he still wants the ending they both wanted before. Not a request or a demand. Just a question.
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[ She watches his face closely for an answer before he even really speaks. The exhaustion is plain to see. The pain, the heartache. All she can do is offer to pick him up and steady him as he moves forward. She already knows she can't end this for him. This is Alan's journey and all she can do is support him in it. The concept alone is frightening because she is so much of a force of nature. She hits targets and hits them fast, breaking things in her path. That isn't what this story needs. It doesn't need the Director to handle things, it doesn't even need Jesse.
If anything... it only needs Polaris.
Jesse meets him in the kiss. She leans back against the wall behind her between two of the marked doors. Hands leave his to wrap around his neck to pull them closer--or have him come closer to her. A dull ache has formed in her back from how hard she had collided with the wall once she finally managed to pull him out. She would say she is just as tired as Alan is, but that statement would be a lie. He is far more exhausted than she is. She may never truly understand just how grounded down he has become thanks to the Dark Presence.
Fingers brush along the wet strands of his hair. They've done something like this before. Here, in the Motel. Except that time she forced his hand; made him promise to put them back in the story. This time is different. Now, she just asks if he still wants the ending they both wanted before. Not a request or a demand. Just a question.
And she figures she knows the answer now. ]