[ Jesse can't put her thoughts into the romantic notions that Alan is so inclined to describe it as. She loves him and wants to be with him. She wants someone that understands this world at her side as they navigate it together. Maybe she's just unable to see things in terms of being destined for something. It would mean something else controls a part of her life as opposed to she decides things. One day she might be willing to allow that possibility... but not at the moment. ]

Something like that. [ She feels his smile can be infectious because it makes hers widen. He hardly ever smiles--at least in the time she's known him. ] We'll find Dylan. Somehow. It took me eighteen years last time. Hopefully, it doesn't take as long now.

[ Her gaze softens at his thanks. Something like water threatens to fill her eyes then as well. She's thanked often, of course, but it's something different coming from Alan. Probably because he's hers, and by that extension, she's his. Her forehead presses to his more as she stares intently into his eyes with each passing word.

We can finally leave the night behind. Together.

« He really does know how to use the right words. »

Jesse closes her eyes to hide the tears threatening to gather. He really knows how to change the mood of something around. She presses a gentle kiss to his lips. Anything more heated seems pointless at the moment. ]