[ Alan has a fleeting thought as he watches her move to make room for him. It's a fool's idea, a ridiculous romantic thought, and there's a part of him that's too pragmatic to even voice it. But the part of him that is actually a romantic can't help but wonder. Maybe he just naturally gravitates to Jesse or Beth in all situations. Timelines. Something.
It's a stupid thought, really, and some internal voice tells Alan he's being stupid. He's not drawn to her in all timelines; they're not some star-crossed soulmates that keep looking for each other. He's probably watched too many bad movies.
With that thought in mind, he resolutely shoves away those ridiculous romantic notions and focuses on the present and on what's real. He doesn't interrupt Beth once, letting her get the whole story out, although she can probably tell from the look on his face that none of what he's hearing makes him happy. ]
I don't even know where to start. The clinic, your ankle... your foster parents. [ Actually, he knows exactly where he wants to start. ] Why would they stop talking to you because of your ankle? Or was it because of the wedding?
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It's a stupid thought, really, and some internal voice tells Alan he's being stupid. He's not drawn to her in all timelines; they're not some star-crossed soulmates that keep looking for each other. He's probably watched too many bad movies.
With that thought in mind, he resolutely shoves away those ridiculous romantic notions and focuses on the present and on what's real. He doesn't interrupt Beth once, letting her get the whole story out, although she can probably tell from the look on his face that none of what he's hearing makes him happy. ]
I don't even know where to start. The clinic, your ankle... your foster parents. [ Actually, he knows exactly where he wants to start. ] Why would they stop talking to you because of your ankle? Or was it because of the wedding?