[ When Alan's wits are about him, not much escapes his notice. He's used to observing people, watching and listening and taking note of what they do and say. And Jesse is someone he never minds observing. He wants to memorize her: how she reacts, how she speaks, how she moves. Some might call that disturbing or creepy or too invasive, but in Alan's mind, it's an extension of how much he loves her. If she told him to stop, he would, of course.

He notices the tears that leak from her eyes to slide down her cheeks, and he notices the way she seems to jerk just a bit, pointing to a sudden discomfort. He wants to reach out to try and carefully touch her, to comfort her, forgetting his own rather rattled and startled state of mind, because as always, her needs are a greater priority than his own. But before he can do that, she's tugging on his jacket, asking him to follow her as she moves to lie on her side.

Without hesitation, he follows until he's lying down beside her. ]

... Tell me something you need. Tell me how I can help. I haven't helped you very much, but I want to change that. I want to help you. [ Somehow. I have to help, because I know I haven't been very helpful at all. ]