[ She hasn't been to most those places--save the coffee stop--since he found his way home. Any extra time to spare had been placed into caring for him. Sitting by his bedside until he was stable, coming home to hear about his writing, trying to get him to sleep, eat, bathe.
Her hand squeezes his.
Then, it squeezes again. Apologetically this time.
« I didn't know what else to call him. He doesn't want the fame attached to his name back. So, calling him his first name might lead people... »
The aging woman pauses before chuckling and stating the weird comment seems oddly perfect for Jesse. She asks the Director if she wants her regular order, to which Jesse answers affimatively to. She then tilts her head to look back at Alan and nods to the menu. ]
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Her hand squeezes his.
Then, it squeezes again. Apologetically this time.
« I didn't know what else to call him. He doesn't want the fame attached to his name back. So, calling him his first name might lead people... »
The aging woman pauses before chuckling and stating the weird comment seems oddly perfect for Jesse. She asks the Director if she wants her regular order, to which Jesse answers affimatively to. She then tilts her head to look back at Alan and nods to the menu. ]
Does anything look good?