[ « Did Alice really say nothing like that at all before? I can't really believe that. She was willing to help him from... wherever she is now. How could she not say that at one time having Alan with her was what she wanted?
Maybe I'm just THAT weird. »
She's quiet as they walk. Green eyes downcast on the sidewalk underneath them. There's a sharp inhale. How does she even respond to any of that? Alan's the one with the words and the realm of putting them together. ]
I didn't have anyone for years. Not really. People tried, but, I couldn't let them in. They didn't accept anything I knew. [ She hopes he doesn't remember that time in the Writer's Room with some of her memories out for him to hear. Those are things she'd rather keep to herself. Things she feels people don't need to know about her because she's moved on from that point. ] It was just me... and sometimes Polaris.
So, yeah. It's enough.
[ She glances to the side. ] Maybe it's not rewriting. Maybe it's restoring.
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Maybe I'm just THAT weird. »
She's quiet as they walk. Green eyes downcast on the sidewalk underneath them. There's a sharp inhale. How does she even respond to any of that? Alan's the one with the words and the realm of putting them together. ]
I didn't have anyone for years. Not really. People tried, but, I couldn't let them in. They didn't accept anything I knew. [ She hopes he doesn't remember that time in the Writer's Room with some of her memories out for him to hear. Those are things she'd rather keep to herself. Things she feels people don't need to know about her because she's moved on from that point. ] It was just me... and sometimes Polaris.
So, yeah. It's enough.
[ She glances to the side. ] Maybe it's not rewriting. Maybe it's restoring.