[ He'd have to be blind and completely unperceptive to miss how she's wrestling with things... no, not things. She's wrestling with everything. And a good portion of that everything is his fault.
He feels a compelling force to reach out for her, to take her hands in his and just hold her and apologize for everything he's putting her through. She probably would say she doesn't want his apologies; she just wants him home. But that doesn't change the fact that he feels he needs to offer those apologies.
But before he can do anything, she's leaning into him, pressing her forehead against him and... Oh.
He opens his mouth to respond, but something unexpected happens before he can. It's an image, an echo. He's seen echoes before, heard the words that the echo said, but somehow, this is different. There's no audible words, just a face, a man who looks like he's wearing a suit, but then the suit fades into something else: a strange kind of uniform. Alan has to squint to see what's printed on it. P6.
The man doesn't speak, but he reaches his hand out for Alan, before the image fades.
What was that? Who was that? I think he's important to... What? ]
We're going to come home. Both of us. Dylan and I are going to both come home.
[ And then he really does pull her in closer, shielding her as best as he can with his frame. Maybe someone with more bulk to them could do a better job of protectively shielding her, but Alan's not thinking about that hypothetical someone else. He's just thinking about comforting Jesse. That's all that matters right now. ]
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He feels a compelling force to reach out for her, to take her hands in his and just hold her and apologize for everything he's putting her through. She probably would say she doesn't want his apologies; she just wants him home. But that doesn't change the fact that he feels he needs to offer those apologies.
But before he can do anything, she's leaning into him, pressing her forehead against him and... Oh.
He opens his mouth to respond, but something unexpected happens before he can. It's an image, an echo. He's seen echoes before, heard the words that the echo said, but somehow, this is different. There's no audible words, just a face, a man who looks like he's wearing a suit, but then the suit fades into something else: a strange kind of uniform. Alan has to squint to see what's printed on it. P6.
The man doesn't speak, but he reaches his hand out for Alan, before the image fades.
What was that? Who was that? I think he's important to... What? ]
We're going to come home. Both of us. Dylan and I are going to both come home.
[ And then he really does pull her in closer, shielding her as best as he can with his frame. Maybe someone with more bulk to them could do a better job of protectively shielding her, but Alan's not thinking about that hypothetical someone else. He's just thinking about comforting Jesse. That's all that matters right now. ]