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but we can leave our gilded cages.

Two worlds colliding
There ain't no bargaining
No giving in without a fight CODE BY TESSISAMESS

[ That earns her a questioning look, although he's not looking too deeply into it either. ] Yeah? If you say so. I guess if you change your mind, I'm not going anywhere.

[ At least not yet. He can't sit here forever, but he's going to stay here as long as he can. He's not even sure why he chose this spot, other than the fact that it's a little out of the way and somewhat secluded. It's the quiet that he wants most, weirdly enough.

It won't be that quiet around him for very much longer, once "Return" drops and people start reading it. That is, if they read it and like it. That thought makes him clench his fists as he feels his nerves start to rise.

Maybe he shouldn't be nervous, but he can't help the reaction that's threatening to break what little calm he managed to find. ]

Thanks. It's- well, I hope people like it. If not, well, I guess there's always the next book. If there is a next book, anyway.

[ If there's any sort of hidden message in Elizabeth's words, Alan hasn't picked up on it yet. He offers her a half-smile and a nod. ] Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. You've obviously already figured out who I am.

[ She asks about Deerfest and he pauses to have a look around them. ]

Yeah, Deerfest is a big deal around here. It's one of those things that's worth checking out at least once. More than once, if you ask the people who do the planning. A lot of work does go into it, to be fair.

I know, but, you need these things. It's not just... putting you in the spotlight to do it. [ Jesse finally looks back at him properly. A worry hangs in the back of her gaze that she won't voice. ] Anything. Pictures, blankets, dishes. It's not just my apartment. It's ours.

[ She shifts then to look at him properly. Head on. If they were in private she'd take his face into her hands and force him to focus on her. It's not hard for her to see when he's lost in his own thoughts. Alan has a particular look on his face when he's thinking and far in his thoughts. Not that it's the same as when he was drowned out by the Dark Presence. She knows both of of those expressions. Thankfully, she hasn't seen the latter since the first days of him returning to their reality. ]

You're not---it's not just that you're staying temporarily. Or an add on to my life. We're together. Sharing a space. You can't just... go along with things that are mine. We need to find things together and make it our space.

Clothes are the priority. Anything else is secondary.

[ The hand holding his squeezes it before resting on his leg. ] Al--[ she stops herself short in case anyone can hear, ]--I know all of this is difficult. Okay? But, I can't let you just keep... just floating along. You're trying. I know you are.

Edited 2024-10-07 04:53 (UTC)

You live here, in Bright Falls? [ Elizabeth's head tilts back with a small "oh" attached to her statement.

Yes, he does. A house outside of town. Not the building that is the Valhalla Nursing Home. Another one that's not close to Cauldron Lake. ] I thought you lived in New York City with your partner.

[ She doesn't mean Alice Wake. No, it seems the Master of Many Worlds and the Alan Wake that belongs to this time have both moved past Alice. A certain red headed woman that another man in this town was looking for comes to mind. Different in this time, but, still the same person at the core. Elizabeth knows her face. A local now and someone who could have been an artist. Someone still who ended up on the path of the Bureau, and that is how Elizabeth has met her. This version of Bright Falls is on edge when it comes to ... beings from other places.

Hence why she has a rather unstylish coat now. ]

Maybe you'll find the inspiration for another series. [ Her head tilts to the other side. ] You never know what the future has in store.

Will you be attending Deerfest this year, Mr. Wake?

Okay. I- I've asked you to do so much for me already that I don't want to ask you to do more, but... [ His eyes lower once more even as he sees her shift and feels her gaze lock onto his. ] Can you help me with this? And then I won't ask you for more after that.

[ He just knows that if he was left to his own devices to find things that add his own personal touch to her apartment, he'd take hours to do it, and then at the end of it all, probably come home empty-handed.

He wouldn't be lying if he said that re-learning how to live is one of the hardest things about this. Living and surviving are two very different things, and Alan's realizing he's having to completely reframe his way of thinking and acting. ]

I know that, I do. I tried so hard to come home; we tried so hard to make it happen. I'm not leaving, I'm not going to disappear. I'm here and I'm staying here, but I forgot what it was like to live with someone else. To wake up to you every morning. [ I used to wake up to A- No, that's in the past now. I'm with Jesse now. ] I like waking up to you every morning.

[ A flash of that old determination of his has come up out of nowhere, and it seems to be stubbornly hanging on for the time being. ]

Clothes. Okay. I think I can manage clothes. [ Somehow. ]

And yeah, I know. I know you're right, I can't keep living like this. It's not living, is it? [ He shakes his head once, and then he adds: ] I'm sorry that I'm so bad at this. I'm really trying to get better.

[ And having said that, he makes himself lift the cup again and take another sip. The coffee's cooling off, but that doesn't bother him. ]

Yeah, it's not what you'd expect, right? Alan Wake, author, living here in Bright Falls. [ He cracks a half-smirk at that, but there's a kind of fondness in his voice too. ] It might be a small town, but Bright Falls is home. [ He can't imagine leaving it, or the people there... or a certain specific person, even if things between them aren't as good as they could be. ]

New York City? What? [ He shakes his head at the thought of it. ] Too many people, too loud... People aren't happy living in cities. Small towns are where it's at.

[ That's what brought them here, after all, isn't it? At least, that's what he remembers when they settled on making Bright Falls their home. ]

Maybe I will. You wouldn't think it, looking at this place, but inspiration is everywhere if you know where to look. Or how to look. And you're right, you never know. I wouldn't want to know even if I could.

[ He taps his chin with one finger as if thinking that over. ] Maybe I will. Maybe I'll get inspired by something. What about you? You planning to check it out?

Of course. I've always been helping you. Ever since the first time you reached out to us.

[ He'll know who she means by that. They're in public and Polaris is technically classified information. She also knows that he doesn't need her to repeat any of what she's said. Who knows how many times she has said something similar to it during all the loops of "Return."

« Maybe it's something we just need to keep repeating. »

She squeezes his leg again. That wall comes down just enough for him to see that vulnerability she doesn't show to anyone else. Alan Wake still has a way with words and managing to entirely disarm her. That sentence may not mean much to anyone else, but to Jesse Faden, it feels like a colossal shift. Almost as if gravity itself has shifted.

« He... really likes seeing me every morning? I never thought ANYONE would ever say that to me. How can---damn it. He's so good at this. » ]

No, it's not living. It's existing. [ The slight nod of her head shows she understands. ] Come on.

[ She stands up and quickly thanks the coffee shop owner before leading Alan outside. Her free hand immediately goes back to his, fingers slipping between the open spaces. She briefly leans against his arm to further demonstrate how much of what he said matters to her. ]

We won't go to a big mall or anything. Just some of the local shops.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that. Maybe for some other Alan Wake, but not you. [ Elizabeth shrugs slightly as if the comment is made to make sense. It will, whenever he realizes that things aren't what he truly believes them to be. ] You moved here then from New York City... thirteen years ago?

[ She smiles sadly. ] I haven't had inspiration in some time. Things get... less lively the more you see of it all. Then, sometimes, you meet people that give life a new meaning. Like your.... girlfriend? [ A glance down at his hand to see if he has a wedding ring. ] Your partner is from here. Isn't she?

[ Elizabeth refrains from asking if his partner will be joining him at Deerfest. She can see where he refuses to go if she doesn't join him. An attempt at fixing something that is broken. Another echo, a constant, just reformed in a different way for this version of Alan Wake. Well, the one that should be here having the conversation with him. ]

If I am allowed to, [ A mysterious smile spreads across her face then, ] then maybe I will.

[ As if perfectly on queue, a jingle of keys is heard. She turns and looks to see the Sheriff of Bright Falls coming up to them. A knowing look is given to Tim Breaker. ]

"Oh... DeWitt," [ Tim pauses and looks at Alan. ] "And, Alan. Hey, man. I didn't know you were back in town. Guessing the interview went well?"

[ Elizabeth stands from the bench and begins to brush off her pleated skirt. ] If I make it to Deerfest, Mr. Wake, maybe I'll see you and your partner there.

I know, and I love you for it. It's more than anyone's ever done for me.

[ He looks up at her again, and this time, he's smiling. It's a wider smile than she may have seen from him before, and it reaches his eyes and forms crinkles on his face.

It's different than his other attempts at smiling, because this time? This time, he's actually happy. He may still have a long way to go, but right now, he's happy and content.

She squeezes his leg and his smile widens even further when he sees that wall come down and sees Jesse Faden looking back at him. She doesn't let that wall down for just anyone, so he considers himself incredibly fortunate that he's the one she's chosen to let in. All he wants is to make her as happy as she's made him, and he hopes that he's beginning to finally do that for her. ]

Existing. That's what it was like in the Dark Place too. I don't want to do that anymore. I want- I want to live. [ He probably doesn't even need to state that aloud, but it feels like it's important.

Then she stands up and he follows suit, quickly draining what's left of the coffee before he lets her lead him outside the shop. His lips turn up again when she takes his hand and her fingers slide in between his. They curl instantly against hers, twining themselves together in an interlocking pattern. ]

Okay, sounds good. [ He tries then to think about something he could get that would be theirs, and then from almost out of nowhere, it hits him... Except it's less of a hit and more of a brush against his mind. ]

Hey, you know those things they have that couples get sometimes? His and hers? Like a couple of matching keychains.

[ He knows she'll know what he's talking about. ]

What about something like that? Coffee mugs, or sweaters... I know it sounds stupid. [ She'll probably shoot it down, but it's worth a try, right? ]

"Some other Alan Wake"? What is this, more otherworldly, supernatural things we can't explain? [ He bristles a little bit, but he tries to keep his reaction from becoming too much... too overblown. Just because topics along those lines are prickly ones for him doesn't mean he gets to lash out whenever they come up, right?

He feels the slightest pinprick of guilt at that thought, but he pushes on ahead anyway. ]

As far as I'm concerned, I've always been here. Okay, I know that's not true, but it feels like that sometimes.

Maybe you've just been looking in the wrong places, or maybe it'll turn up when you least expect it. [ He offers her another half-smirk. ] Wife, actually. I still can't believe I get to call her that. I'm lucky she lets me stay with her.

[ Considering his "prickliness" and all... ]

What do you mean, if you're allowed to? [ He gives her a quick looking over, and then he notices the jacket he's wearing and a bell goes off in his mind. ] Work keeping you busy?

[ Speaking of work, there's that jingling of keys, and here comes the Sheriff. ]

As well as interviews go, yeah. Lots of questions about my "process" and my "inspiration", that kind of thing.

[ He watches Elizabeth stand up, recognizing that she's trying to make a polite exit, and he stands up in return to see her off. ] Well, we'll look for you there and hope to run into you.

Maybe not the most someone has ever done.

[ « Alice has done plenty for him. »

She still holds her coffee cup in one hand his in the other. They've begun walking by the time he mentions the matching couples items. The coffee mugs and sweaters barely registers as her mind hones in on keychains. Keychains. Hers is on her at the moment as she never leaves with out. A way for Alan to find her if he ever needs it. At least, that's what she likes to think.

Her hand tightens in immediately. ] We can find matching cups. That's fine.

[ Eyes dart down before looking back to his. The vulnerable look remains as her hand squeezes once again. Beyond the keychains, one thought of one item has been hovering in her mind. It's far too early to even think of the word or the action. Still, it would symbolize their relationship as fully coming together. ]

Anything can be explained. [ Her hands to her hips. ] You just need to be willing to hear the science behind it.

[ The contention isn't hard to see. The Alan of this time is one who would have never encountered the Dark Presence--at least not to the point it would use him to write stories to free itself. He has had a relatively normal life, save for what his apparent wife would say otherwise. ]

Maybe in another life you have been here for all your life. Who really knows?

[ Elizabeth isn't saying.

She instead turns to join Tim. Her skirt sways as she walks, almost moving like ripples on an ocean. A lake. ] Work? I suppose you could call it that.

"The usual. Well, you know everyone is going to be tuning in town to watch it tonight. Except maybe you... I'm guessing you don't really like watching yourself." [ Tim chuckles. ] "Anyways, I saw the wife back at the diner. She'll probably figure out you're back soon. Sorry for interrupting, but, I need to take Miss DeWitt back to base. I'll catch you tomorrow, Alan."

[ Elizabeth half turns to look at Alan once more. ] When you're ready, Alan, you'll come find me at Deerfest. I'll see you then.

[ Tim sends an uneasy glance at Elizabeth before shaking his head. Her skirt continues to ripple as they walk off. Although, one can overhear Tim saying something like "You know they get antsy when you show up without checking in..."

The sun continues to hang and birds chirp. ]

[ The look he gives her is a pointed one, with some indeterminable emotion blazing in his eyes; it came on suddenly before Alan was even really aware of it, but he knows without a doubt that he wouldn't be here if Jesse hadn't been there along the way. ]

Maybe not? [ He shakes his head in almost disbelief. ] You saved me, Jesse. [ Maybe not in the usual sense of the word, but Alan's resolute in his belief that Jesse was instrumental in getting him back here. Sure, he had help from others and he's grateful to them, but it's her that he's choosing to focus on. ]

Only "fine"? We should find something that you want too. [ If only I could find the keychain... it has to be here somewhere; I wouldn't lose it, not that. Unless the Dark Presence took it from me. No, I need to go looking again. ]

If there's something that you want, we should try to find it. [ The way her eyes have darted down without quite concealing that vulnerability in her gaze and the way she squeezes his hand tells him that there's something more... something she wants more than a couple of silly his and hers mugs. But what is it? ]

We'll find it while we're looking around. [ That is, if his usual intuition when it comes to her kicks in. ]

I'm saying I wasn't the only one that's ever helped you. I'm sure others have put in just as much as I have. Just... I'm the more obvious one.

[ « Alice reached out to you, me, Alan... from wherever she is now. Ahti helped. Saga and Casey did too. Plenty of people did a part thar he probably has no idea about. He just sees my part more because ... he loves me. »

Her gaze drifts down and stares at the sidewalk with the vulnerable look lingering. How can she explain it? Alan is barely able to eat and drink. They haven't figured out how they'll handle if he's announcing Alan Wake has returned or if he will adopt a fake name. There are far too many little complications to even begin breaching the idea of them being married. ]

No. Alan, stop. I meant exactly that. Fine is good. I.. I just thought that you wouldn't want something like that.

[ « The keychains were my idea. I insisted on them in the loops. Just like I insisted on us being together. This relationship isn't just about me and what I want... so, if he wants something like that? Then, we find it. » ]

I know of a few places we can look after we see about some clothes for you.

[ Alan quiets for a moment as Jesse's words wash over him. He's drifting in his thoughts but not washing away, although flashes of memories are resurfacing: standing with Alice as the sunrises, waiting inside a room in the sheriff's station, and... standing by a wall with his ear pressed to the surface as if listening intently for something.

No, he knows that he had help along the way, more people than he could ever hope to count or even name. But Jesse saved him; she came when he called out to her, and she helped him when he wasn't able to help himself. He does love her, and he knows he'll never stop loving her, no matter what obstacles they still have to navigate.

Her gaze seems to fall, and he feels a sense of worry grip him, wondering what's on her mind. It must be his fault, because of his inability to do more than just float along, just existing and not living. She said he shouldn't push himself, but he can't see what else he can do. He has to do something. ]

But it's not enough, is it? You want more, and you deserve more. I should be giving you more.

[ If only he felt more settled. If only he felt like he was really living again. Then, it wouldn't be difficult at all to just walk into a store and find a set of rings for both of them. He'd marry her in a second with no hesitation at all, if not for the fact that he's still trying to ground himself. He's still trying to just live. ]

All right. And after we've done that, we'll find something for you too. [ Something for both of them, if it all goes well. It has to go well. It's gone wrong too many times already, and that has to change now. ]

So, where to now? [ He's realizing he doesn't actually know where anything is around here anymore; things change after thirteen years, and the places Alan might have shopped at before may not even still be around. ]

Alan. [ Jesse's tone is sharp. Precise. Stop.

He's looping again. They've had this conversation already within the last twenty-four hours. How he wants to do more and be more and be alive. How she wants more but is settling for the reality of the situation. They've already decided a plan of action. ]

We'll take it a step at a time.

[ Jesse begins to lead him to a store. Not a major one like Macy's or Nordstrom. A smaller one that seems to simply have the basics. They walk in and are welcomed. She nods and then turns to looks at Alan. ]

Take a look around and see if anything sticks out. Maybe something you remember from before. Or, like it.

Now you sound like her. [ Alan's expression seems to darken and a look of exasperated doubt slides into place. ] I've heard this before, or versions of it, and it doesn't change my mind.

[ He just stares at her then, wondering what she's talking about and why it is that everyone around him seems to believe in things like "other lives" and being able to explain what he sees as the unexplainable.

Maybe he's not meant to understand. Maybe people like Elizabeth and Beth and others like them are just too different for him to really understand. Nothing about that thought makes him happy, but he doesn't let that show on his face. ]

Yeah, everyone is. I'll probably have people wanting autographs or something. [ He shakes his head and pretends to roll his eyes. He doesn't begrudge anyone their interest in him or his writing, but he still finds himself surprised that people even like it. And, well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't incredibly nervous about this latest book.

A part of him wants to ask if he can tag along with Tim, but he'd just get in the way. He's a writer, not a sheriff or whatever it is that Elizabeth does.

He just nods and waves the two of them off, and once they're gone, he just stands there for another minute as if trying to figure out what he should do. Tim had said he saw Beth at the diner, and like he said, she'll probably figure it out that he's back.

There is a part of him that does want to see her, and that's the part that makes the trek over to the diner. Once there, he pushes open the door, and the bell on the doorframe jingles as he steps inside and takes a look around. ]

[ A shrug is simply given to Alan's reaction to the concept of the weird or unusual. Living in plausible deniability is certainly the path the Alan of this world has taken. Elizabeth imagines the Master of Many Worlds will come to realize sooner rather than later what has happened.

After all, his wife isn't quite the woman that Alan knows. ]

Oh, my gosh. Alan! Hi! [ The bright and cheerful smile of one familiar waitress welcomes him the moment he steps into the diner. Rose Merigold excitedly waves at the sight of him. She still runs his fansite, and is quite taken with him, but knows where the line is drawn for the sake of his marriage.

After all, she and his wife go back many years.

A familiar red headed woman raises her gaze from the paperwork in front of her. Green eyes immediately dart to Alan. A shimmer that he is used to doesn't even have a trace or hint in her eyes. Red hair is longer and more curled at the ends. Still, one could look at her and assume she's Jesse Faden. Especially with the deep blue coat with white lettering of "FBC" on the back.

Jesbet "Beth" Wake pauses at the sight of the man who should be her husband. ]

"Oh. Sorry, did I keep you? I was just... you know. Filling out paperwork for. Things!" [ Rose gestures to Beth and the paperwork. ] "Don't you worry, Beth. I'll have it all filled out in the morning! I wouldn't want to keep you. Oh, especially since the big interview about Alan's new book is tonight! I can't WAIT to see it! Go on, go. Both of you!"

...Yeah. Thanks, Rose. [ Beth immediately stands and walks over to Alan. A small limp can be seen to the trained eye. ] Come on.

[ Her hand latches around his wrist. In a moment, Beth is pushing the Oh Deer Diner door open. She practically drags Alan behind her. Around the corner and back behind the diner. It's only once they are from prying eyes that she turns and snaps back to him. Green eyes meet his gray ones.

They narrow. ] You're not Alan. Who are you?

[ She says his name sharply and he doesn't quite manage to stop the flinch reaction or the way he instantly looks down at the ground. He knows he started looping again, getting lost in his own worries and fears, but it happens automatically and by the time he realizes he's caught in a loop again, it's too late to call back anything he's said. Maybe he'll never get past this, but he wants to. He wants the looping to stop, to happen less and less often, but so far, that has yet to happen. ]

Okay, I'm sorry. Again. [ He wants to shake his head and scrub his eyes as if that will stop himself from spiraling out, but at least for now, nothing seems to help. ]

It doesn't look too different from what I remember from before. [ His lips turn up into a half smile. ] It's normal, nothing too out there. I guess I thought that thirteen years later, people would have gone a little wild.

[ But what does he know? He's certainly not some fashion expert. Maybe it's good that things haven't changed too much, although that still doesn't clear it up for Alan just what he should choose. Part of him just wants to point at something and pick that, because he just doesn't know where to start.

He starts to walk around the shop, looking at the different things they have for sale, trying to stop himself from thinking about how much this might cost and how much Jesse wants to spend. Then he spots some flannel shirts in different colors, and after a moment's hesitation, he walks over to look at them. ]

Hi, Rose. [ Alan smiles in return, although it's not nearly as effusive or wide as the one she's giving him, but he does wave back. She's always been nice to him even if she's sometimes a little overbearing with her admiration. Still, he knows he wouldn't be where he is without fans like her, so he gives her the appreciation he feels she deserves. ]

Busy day today? [ His gaze travels briefly over and settles on Jesse, and some details stand out to him as odd, but he doesn't comment on them right now. Even when she's just sitting there, she manages to pull his attention and his focus. It's just the effect she has on him whether she realizes it or not. ]

Paperwork for things. Got it. [ He figures it's something related to Beth's work, and so he doesn't pry. It's probably classified information anyway. Rose prattles on about the paperwork and not wanting to keep Beth, and then she mentions the interview and the book. ]

I hope you enjoy it: the interview and the book. [ He really does mean that; he feels like he's not naturally good at giving interviews, but he can slide into a persona that's at least a little engaging and responsive. It seems to work for him, anyway.

Again his gaze shifts when Beth stands up and walks over to him. He doesn't miss the slight limp in her step, but that flies right out of his mind when he feels her hand latch onto his wrist and she starts practically dragging him from the diner. He waves at Rose with his other hand and then he's pulled out the door. ]

... What do you mean, I'm not Alan? [ He immediately looks confused as soon as he registers Beth's words and the look she's giving him. ]

"It always is leading up to Deerfest, silly! Especially with your new book coming out. We have more people than normal! Wouldn't it be nice if people actually stayed here and Bright Falls became bustling again? Maybe one day." [ Rose sighs and shrugs with one shoulder before scooping up the paperwork. ] "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Wake!"

[ Beth stares him down. She may not have crazy powers like some people, but, she has a knack for spotting things that don't belong. Especially if comes to people she loves and cares about. Sherrif Breaker was the same way when they met. He thought she was someone else--that they had some sort of special connection. They have something, a comradery, but it's nothing like what she and Alan have.

Or, had.

That's what's missing in Alan's gaze. The certain spark that makes his gray eyes light up. It's been dulled for... awhile now, but it wasn't just gone. Someone else is looking back at her. Someone who isn't the man she married. Not in a metaphoric sense either. ]

You're not him. [ Beth states firmly. ] I don't know who you are. You're not Alan Wake. Not the one who married me.

[ Her heart clenches. She's done everything to make sure nothing comes home to him. More out of his own insistence than Buearu red tape. He made it clear through first time she met him thirteen years ago he didn't believe in anything supernatural. Paranormal.

Even then, he came out to find me in the woods...

So, who the hell is looking back at her? ]

I'm going to ask you again. Who are you?

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[ Alan only feels his confusion grow; he doesn't understand a thing about what's going on here. He's Alan Wake, married to Beth. They've been married for awhile now, right? He hates that he even has to ask that question, but it's almost as though something is trying to insert other memories that don't belong to him into his mind.

... Or do they belong to him after all? ]

Why do you keep saying that? If I'm not the Alan who married you, then who am I? What is this, some kind of test? Or is this something... Something else?

[ He's certain she'll know what he means by "something else". ]

I'm Alan Wake. That's who I am; that's always been who I am.

[ Part of her feels ripped to pieces that he flinches and looks down. She hates acting like the Director around him. That she has to assert herself to get him to stop and focus. How else can she get him to stop spiraling?

Jesse follows him through the store quietly. She let's go of his hand in order to let him wander as he will. The frustration and agitation is obvious in his shoulders as they move along.

She stops as he moves to the flannels. A glance to the side. Then, she comes up behind him quietly and takes a drink. Green eyes move over the different colors before lifting up to him. ]

[ Her shoulders stiffen at that.

Something else.

There is always an underlying tone of annoyance when he talks about the weird things. Strange. Unusual. A tone that says he finds it all stupid and not real. Everyone in Bright Falls--for as much as he loves the place--has bought too far into the local legends. Stupid people in the forest at night help sell the legends to try and drive business to the town. So much so, they they inspired his new trilogy.

That doesn't mean he believes in it. Or will believe at all.

She can't say this must be "something else." As long as whoever this is that thinks he's her Alan? He'll probably react the same. She can't risk whatever is going on getting worse. ]

Maybe "an" Alan Wake.

[ Not mine.

She glances up as a few locals stop to look at them. Shit. ]

Just, get in the car. People are looking.

[ He said he wants to live, and he does, but there's still a part of him that doesn't remember how to do that yet. This is going to help, because it has to, but he finds himself still at a loss about how to do something as simple as picking out clothes.

At least the flannel shirts are something familiar, and they're comfortable too. He scans the different options, looking at the different colors, and then he spots the price tag.

He looks over his shoulder at Jesse as if wondering if this is really okay with her. Maybe since the clothes are for him, he should see about getting money from his own accounts to pay for things. That's another thing he needs to have settled. ]

What do you think about those?

You were wearing a flannel shirt when we first met. Face to face.

[ Not all the memories are there from the first loop. She does remember the flannel and jeans. He wore it time and time again after that. Maybe it was comfortable, or maybe it was important to him for some reason she never knew. At least a reason he never shared.

A glance at the price tag and she nods. The price is fine. He doesn't have his own income yet. ]

Is there a color you like?

[ « Something tells me that he'll go to the black and white one. » ]

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pretend I didn't slip Jesse in there instead of Beth (and in the discord rp too, shh)

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