[ He echoes those words almost as soon as she says them. ]
But I wouldn't have gotten through the story if you hadn't been there. If you hadn't found me, or if I hadn't reached out to you.
[ He pauses for a moment, because he has to search deep into his memories to find the faint recollections of a message he sent a long time ago: a message reaching for a hero. He was desperate, but he knew what he needed, even if he didn't know then how this would all play out. He knew of the person named Faden and her guiding star, because of the visions that reached him inside the Dark Place. But even then, he couldn't have seen the twists and turns that the story would take.
He couldn't have known that a real connection would have formed between them on the basis of that attempt to reach out. Now he knows that he doesn't want to ever lose that connection. He doesn't ever want to lose Jesse. Even though he still finds himself plagued by doubt and haunted by the past, he knows one thing: he doesn't want to lose her. If she leaves him for any reason, he'll follow after her, even if she tells him to stop.
And this time, nothing's going to stop him from going after her. He already lost one person, someone he cared about deeply; he won't lose another person, not if he can help it. ]
I came home because I knew you were there. I came home because I wanted to have that life we talked about. I wanted to give you that life.
[ He pauses to catch his breath and to absorb what she's saying. For a long time, he's thought that he wasn't being good to her, that this relationship wasn't good for her. But no one is perfect, and he's definitely not. But their respective flaws find a way of fitting and not causing friction. Well, there's friction, but as Jesse said, they manage to work together even with it.
His lips turn up into a small smile as she brushes her fingers against his cheekbones. ] I love you. I love you like...
[ He pauses again, trying to bring to mind just the right words to describe how he feels about her. ]
An ocean when it meets the shore. A real ocean. [ No lakes, no oceans of the dark variety... a real ocean, maybe even a tropical one. Alan's not entirely sure where this train of thought is going, but it's the first image that came to mind.
The two of them don't always slide together easily; there's friction and sparks and sometimes disagreements, but they always manage to find a way to come together, just like a wave crashing on the shore. Maybe that's what he's thinking of. Or maybe he's just thinking nonsense. ]
Do you think she wonders if she shouldn't trust him? [ There's a part of him that would shy away from what he's about to say, but another part of him needs to know the answer. ] Do you regret trusting me?
[ He brushes his fingertips against her hand as he finally asks the question and settles back to wait for an answer. ]
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[ He echoes those words almost as soon as she says them. ]
But I wouldn't have gotten through the story if you hadn't been there. If you hadn't found me, or if I hadn't reached out to you.
[ He pauses for a moment, because he has to search deep into his memories to find the faint recollections of a message he sent a long time ago: a message reaching for a hero. He was desperate, but he knew what he needed, even if he didn't know then how this would all play out. He knew of the person named Faden and her guiding star, because of the visions that reached him inside the Dark Place. But even then, he couldn't have seen the twists and turns that the story would take.
He couldn't have known that a real connection would have formed between them on the basis of that attempt to reach out. Now he knows that he doesn't want to ever lose that connection. He doesn't ever want to lose Jesse. Even though he still finds himself plagued by doubt and haunted by the past, he knows one thing: he doesn't want to lose her. If she leaves him for any reason, he'll follow after her, even if she tells him to stop.
And this time, nothing's going to stop him from going after her. He already lost one person, someone he cared about deeply; he won't lose another person, not if he can help it. ]
I came home because I knew you were there. I came home because I wanted to have that life we talked about. I wanted to give you that life.
[ He pauses to catch his breath and to absorb what she's saying. For a long time, he's thought that he wasn't being good to her, that this relationship wasn't good for her. But no one is perfect, and he's definitely not. But their respective flaws find a way of fitting and not causing friction. Well, there's friction, but as Jesse said, they manage to work together even with it.
His lips turn up into a small smile as she brushes her fingers against his cheekbones. ] I love you. I love you like...
[ He pauses again, trying to bring to mind just the right words to describe how he feels about her. ]
An ocean when it meets the shore. A real ocean. [ No lakes, no oceans of the dark variety... a real ocean, maybe even a tropical one. Alan's not entirely sure where this train of thought is going, but it's the first image that came to mind.
The two of them don't always slide together easily; there's friction and sparks and sometimes disagreements, but they always manage to find a way to come together, just like a wave crashing on the shore. Maybe that's what he's thinking of. Or maybe he's just thinking nonsense. ]
Do you think she wonders if she shouldn't trust him? [ There's a part of him that would shy away from what he's about to say, but another part of him needs to know the answer. ] Do you regret trusting me?
[ He brushes his fingertips against her hand as he finally asks the question and settles back to wait for an answer. ]