[ Alan sees the look on her face and it's enough to make him want to take back what he said. If she doesn't want to sleep in that room, then he shouldn't force her to do it. If she isn't ready, if she won't do it without her Alan, it's wrong of him to ask her to.
But before he can put his thoughts into words and say out loud that he'll take it back, she's grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along with her until they reach the room that hasn't been used in who knows how long.
She gestures around the room, gestures to the drawer containing Alan's clothes. He knows he can't use them. They're not his, even if they belong to a version of himself. He wonders if she'll mind if he sleeps in boxers and a t-shirt.
He can tell she really isn't comfortable with this, so when they finally both get into the bed, he makes sure to keep some distance between them. Sleep doesn't come immediately to him either, and he's not even sure when he actually finally drifts off. But like Jesse, when he does finally sleep, he finds himself somewhere else, somewhere he wasn't sure he'd see again.
He didn't want to see it again, not really. He doesn't remember walking up to the room, so either he didn't or it wasn't important enough for him to remember. Part of him thinks that he just went to sleep and woke up back in the Writer's Room.
Great.
He did want to talk to Beth's Alan, and now it looks like he's getting that chance. But before he can do or say anything more than stare while he tries to figure out what the hell to even say, he hears footsteps approaching and he turns slightly.
And that's when he realizes this isn't just a dream. It's dream logic, but it's more than a mere dream. ]
... Beth. [ He nods at her, and then he looks over at Alan. ] This is weird, and I've seen weird. [ But it's what he asked for, so... ]
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But before he can put his thoughts into words and say out loud that he'll take it back, she's grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him along with her until they reach the room that hasn't been used in who knows how long.
She gestures around the room, gestures to the drawer containing Alan's clothes. He knows he can't use them. They're not his, even if they belong to a version of himself. He wonders if she'll mind if he sleeps in boxers and a t-shirt.
He can tell she really isn't comfortable with this, so when they finally both get into the bed, he makes sure to keep some distance between them. Sleep doesn't come immediately to him either, and he's not even sure when he actually finally drifts off. But like Jesse, when he does finally sleep, he finds himself somewhere else, somewhere he wasn't sure he'd see again.
He didn't want to see it again, not really. He doesn't remember walking up to the room, so either he didn't or it wasn't important enough for him to remember. Part of him thinks that he just went to sleep and woke up back in the Writer's Room.
Great.
He did want to talk to Beth's Alan, and now it looks like he's getting that chance. But before he can do or say anything more than stare while he tries to figure out what the hell to even say, he hears footsteps approaching and he turns slightly.
And that's when he realizes this isn't just a dream. It's dream logic, but it's more than a mere dream. ]
... Beth. [ He nods at her, and then he looks over at Alan. ] This is weird, and I've seen weird. [ But it's what he asked for, so... ]