[ Perhaps they really are on the same wavelength, as Alan had a similar thought. Being here with Jesse like this, being really here, means that he can feel her breathing and she can most likely feel his as they hold onto each other. They're together, they're real- it's not a dream. It might be like a nightmare outside these walls, but inside, when it's just them, it's everything Alan could have hoped for.
He nods. ] Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
[ A low moan escapes him unbidden and unasked for when he feels her hand curling around the strands of his hair. Her touch has always left him rather weak at the knees, and it's no different now. Now he can truly feel it and feel the love and care behind it. Maybe that's the difference. In the Dark Place, he was drowning. He was lost. The waves were constantly trying to drag him away. Even in the loops, things were trying to pull him away from her.
There's none of that here. There's just her and him and her hands in his hair and her body pressed to his. ]
Oh, Jesse, I love you. [ He breathes those words into her neck as his agitation fades beneath her touch. ]
I'm sorry I'm always hurting you. Even when I don't mean to, I'm always hurting you. [ He simply states it as a fact, because that's what it is.
I've seen it wash you away.
He remembers a moment in the Dark Place, in the writer's room. He wasn't there alone; the Dark Presence was there because it's always there, but Jesse was there too. How? He doesn't remember specifics. He just knows she was there.
His free hand travels to his throat, fingers covering it as if he feels a cough forming. It's just a memory, as he's not coughing now, but something made him do it. Something in that room. Something evil. The darkness had been inside him, and then it left. Well, "left" is hardly an accurate description, but either way, Jesse saw it all happen. ]
It won't happen again. I won't let it. I'll fight. [ Somehow. I'll fight. It's not going to take me from her. ] I'm yours, and I'm staying with you. If it wants to try and take me, well- I won't let it.
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He nods. ] Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
[ A low moan escapes him unbidden and unasked for when he feels her hand curling around the strands of his hair. Her touch has always left him rather weak at the knees, and it's no different now. Now he can truly feel it and feel the love and care behind it. Maybe that's the difference. In the Dark Place, he was drowning. He was lost. The waves were constantly trying to drag him away. Even in the loops, things were trying to pull him away from her.
There's none of that here. There's just her and him and her hands in his hair and her body pressed to his. ]
Oh, Jesse, I love you. [ He breathes those words into her neck as his agitation fades beneath her touch. ]
I'm sorry I'm always hurting you. Even when I don't mean to, I'm always hurting you. [ He simply states it as a fact, because that's what it is.
I've seen it wash you away.
He remembers a moment in the Dark Place, in the writer's room. He wasn't there alone; the Dark Presence was there because it's always there, but Jesse was there too. How? He doesn't remember specifics. He just knows she was there.
His free hand travels to his throat, fingers covering it as if he feels a cough forming. It's just a memory, as he's not coughing now, but something made him do it. Something in that room. Something evil. The darkness had been inside him, and then it left. Well, "left" is hardly an accurate description, but either way, Jesse saw it all happen. ]
It won't happen again. I won't let it. I'll fight. [ Somehow. I'll fight. It's not going to take me from her. ] I'm yours, and I'm staying with you. If it wants to try and take me, well- I won't let it.
We're going to stay together.