Someones? [ Maybe his theory about what he felt while he slept isn't so far off the mark after all, but he figures he should wait for Jesse to confirm either way.
He keeps watching her, knowing that his scrutiny could make her uncomfortable, but he thinks there's a difference between staring at someone and just... observing. ]
... Okay.
[ He notes her frown, and that shimmer, and not for the first time, he thinks about how pretty her eyes are. But he can't get distracted right now; it's very easy for him to lose focus, as his mind goes wandering, but she asked him a question, and he has to answer it. He wants to answer it, because he knows how to do so. ]
You asked if I remember the first time I came to Bright Falls, and a room with hanging lights. I- it's faint, but I remember it. I can still picture it, somehow. It was... I think it was a safe zone, sort of. Someone was watching over it, making sure the lights stayed on. What was it called? [ Frown lines on his forehead appear as he tries to find the memory in a sea of them. ] The... Lit Up Room? No, that's not it.
[ He tries harder to come up with the actual name of the room that he's picturing, but the memory seems hard to grasp. ]
I don't remember the name of it, but I know what you mean. I've been there. I remember seeing it.
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He keeps watching her, knowing that his scrutiny could make her uncomfortable, but he thinks there's a difference between staring at someone and just... observing. ]
... Okay.
[ He notes her frown, and that shimmer, and not for the first time, he thinks about how pretty her eyes are. But he can't get distracted right now; it's very easy for him to lose focus, as his mind goes wandering, but she asked him a question, and he has to answer it. He wants to answer it, because he knows how to do so. ]
You asked if I remember the first time I came to Bright Falls, and a room with hanging lights. I- it's faint, but I remember it. I can still picture it, somehow. It was... I think it was a safe zone, sort of. Someone was watching over it, making sure the lights stayed on. What was it called? [ Frown lines on his forehead appear as he tries to find the memory in a sea of them. ] The... Lit Up Room? No, that's not it.
[ He tries harder to come up with the actual name of the room that he's picturing, but the memory seems hard to grasp. ]
I don't remember the name of it, but I know what you mean. I've been there. I remember seeing it.