[ « Not as horrifying? I'd say "Return" was worse in some ways. A lot of ways. »
Her head hangs, back to him still, hands on the counter framing the takeout meal. The tension is still in her shoulders, but her stance oddly looks like defeat. Not that their conversation is even an argument.
« I just... I don't know what to DO. Just being here for him isn't really enough, is it? He still can't sleep through the night. He still won't eat. I'm not a doctor, not even a scientist, but I KNOW it will just make things be worse for him. What do I do, Polaris? What can I do?
I--I know you don't have the answers. I just--I wish I could be better at this.
I wish I could do for him what Alice probably did. »
She half-turns back to him. Anyone else would believe she is showing no emotions towards any of his answer. Alan will know better. He'll see the small frown on her face that's barely detectable; see the way her eyes soften to his words. He will be able to see the unspoken question in her gaze:
Are you really any better because of what I'm supposedly doing to help?
Is not-normal what he needs?
Jesse looks down and simply nods to his words. She doesn't argue with what he's said. Even a small glance is given to him to show she saw his smile and determination. None of this is about her, and she'd rather it not be about her. She doesn't like the spotlight. ]
I'll ask them to reference whatever you write to documented AWEs. Or, active ones, once they're done. Keep an eye out for any that might happen based on your stories. Published, not published, Night Springs. Whatever you decide to write.
[ There's not much else she can really do for him than that. Not as Director, or the woman from Ordinary.
« Some partner I turned out to be. »
She looks back down at dinner. Maybe it's a good thing Alan turned down to eat. She's lost her appetite. ] I'll put dinner away and get ready for bed. Are you staying up?
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[ « Not as horrifying? I'd say "Return" was worse in some ways. A lot of ways. »
Her head hangs, back to him still, hands on the counter framing the takeout meal. The tension is still in her shoulders, but her stance oddly looks like defeat. Not that their conversation is even an argument.
« I just... I don't know what to DO. Just being here for him isn't really enough, is it? He still can't sleep through the night. He still won't eat. I'm not a doctor, not even a scientist, but I KNOW it will just make things be worse for him. What do I do, Polaris? What can I do?
I--I know you don't have the answers. I just--I wish I could be better at this.
I wish I could do for him what Alice probably did. »
She half-turns back to him. Anyone else would believe she is showing no emotions towards any of his answer. Alan will know better. He'll see the small frown on her face that's barely detectable; see the way her eyes soften to his words. He will be able to see the unspoken question in her gaze:
Are you really any better because of what I'm supposedly doing to help?
Is not-normal what he needs?
Jesse looks down and simply nods to his words. She doesn't argue with what he's said. Even a small glance is given to him to show she saw his smile and determination. None of this is about her, and she'd rather it not be about her. She doesn't like the spotlight. ]
I'll ask them to reference whatever you write to documented AWEs. Or, active ones, once they're done. Keep an eye out for any that might happen based on your stories. Published, not published, Night Springs. Whatever you decide to write.
[ There's not much else she can really do for him than that. Not as Director, or the woman from Ordinary.
« Some partner I turned out to be. »
She looks back down at dinner. Maybe it's a good thing Alan turned down to eat. She's lost her appetite. ] I'll put dinner away and get ready for bed. Are you staying up?