[ The events he's trying to remember aren't particularly harrowing or difficult, other than the fact that in one of them, Jesse had been on the receiving end of some trouble, but Alan's recollections of that are hardly crystal clear. Still, frown lines form on his face as if some part of him is bothered by what he's remembering. Maybe it's just the remembrance of the loops and how hard they both fought to get where they are now.

His posture stiffens slightly, but he feels her touching him, sitting beside him. He's home; he's not in a loop. She's here, and she's safe. They're both safe. He might be tense, but he's still not spiraling or starting to drown. ]

Yeah. Steve. I remember. He could remember too, somehow, even though he shouldn't have been able to. [ He tilts his head to one side again. ] What happened to him? He's all right, isn't he?

[ I remember she was trying to get me to do something on that car ride. I don't think I did it, but what was it?

His head starts to pound in protest of his efforts to try and remember the memories lost to the loops. Maybe it's best if he leaves them alone. ]

"Return". [ He huffs out a laugh. ] For awhile there, I thought I almost hated that word. But it's just a word. What's the point in hating it?

[ He tries to will away the tension forming in his shoulders, but it's not really working. Instead, he just leans in a little, nudging her slightly as he forms his response. ]

I'd like to, but that's only if you want to. Maybe we should just forget about the idea and get ready to go.

[ Showering could take too long, and it's not going to stay morning forever. ]