[ Jesse's shoulders curl subconsciously with a touch of pink to her cheeks. She's not used to being studied so closely. At least, not in the way Alan does. Plenty of psychiatrists and counselors looked at her with scrutiny and waiting for the one hint that gave her away. Alan more tries to see past her walls and layers, reaching to a certain part of her that she tries to protect. It never feels invasive or piercing. Inquisitive.
« I wonder if this is how all writers are. »
Her fingers curl under his chin before moving back down his jawline. Sleep threatens to tug at her. Not that she'll listen to the call just yet. A fear is still there that if she wakes up everything will have been a dream. Alan never found his way home and she's still in her apartment. Climbing out of bed and looking at the door to the room set aside for him. Realizing there's no typing sounds or shuffling of someone moving. Knowing that he is still dimensions away in a dark place that she can't reach. ]
It was what you were wearing when you reached out to me. The first time, on the Hotline. [ Jesse glances down, realizing the blush is still on her cheeks.
Whatever conversations they may have had about their initial encounter are lost to the spirals of the Dark Place. The version of "Return" that became reality didn't leave room for them to talk about things like that. It all worked off assumptions and previous forms of reality. Theoretically, it never should have worked. Yet, they both somehow remembered things they shouldn't. ]
You mentioned once that you weren't the same person who wore it. Maybe it's not a good idea to go back to it. [ Her eyes dart to the side with a small frown. Alan's changed since 2010, it'd be cruel to try and make him that same person. ] We'll find something here in the Oldest House for you... maybe add elbow patches just to make it feel like yours.
[ A quick glance of her eyes upwards to show she means it in jest. ] You said you wouldn't mind burning it... why did you wear it to begin with?
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« I wonder if this is how all writers are. »
Her fingers curl under his chin before moving back down his jawline. Sleep threatens to tug at her. Not that she'll listen to the call just yet. A fear is still there that if she wakes up everything will have been a dream. Alan never found his way home and she's still in her apartment. Climbing out of bed and looking at the door to the room set aside for him. Realizing there's no typing sounds or shuffling of someone moving. Knowing that he is still dimensions away in a dark place that she can't reach. ]
It was what you were wearing when you reached out to me. The first time, on the Hotline. [ Jesse glances down, realizing the blush is still on her cheeks.
Whatever conversations they may have had about their initial encounter are lost to the spirals of the Dark Place. The version of "Return" that became reality didn't leave room for them to talk about things like that. It all worked off assumptions and previous forms of reality. Theoretically, it never should have worked. Yet, they both somehow remembered things they shouldn't. ]
You mentioned once that you weren't the same person who wore it. Maybe it's not a good idea to go back to it. [ Her eyes dart to the side with a small frown. Alan's changed since 2010, it'd be cruel to try and make him that same person. ] We'll find something here in the Oldest House for you... maybe add elbow patches just to make it feel like yours.
[ A quick glance of her eyes upwards to show she means it in jest. ] You said you wouldn't mind burning it... why did you wear it to begin with?