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I'm saying I wasn't the only one that's ever helped you. I'm sure others have put in just as much as I have. Just... I'm the more obvious one.

[ « Alice reached out to you, me, Alan... from wherever she is now. Ahti helped. Saga and Casey did too. Plenty of people did a part thar he probably has no idea about. He just sees my part more because ... he loves me. »

Her gaze drifts down and stares at the sidewalk with the vulnerable look lingering. How can she explain it? Alan is barely able to eat and drink. They haven't figured out how they'll handle if he's announcing Alan Wake has returned or if he will adopt a fake name. There are far too many little complications to even begin breaching the idea of them being married. ]

No. Alan, stop. I meant exactly that. Fine is good. I.. I just thought that you wouldn't want something like that.

[ « The keychains were my idea. I insisted on them in the loops. Just like I insisted on us being together. This relationship isn't just about me and what I want... so, if he wants something like that? Then, we find it. » ]

I know of a few places we can look after we see about some clothes for you.

[ Alan quiets for a moment as Jesse's words wash over him. He's drifting in his thoughts but not washing away, although flashes of memories are resurfacing: standing with Alice as the sunrises, waiting inside a room in the sheriff's station, and... standing by a wall with his ear pressed to the surface as if listening intently for something.

No, he knows that he had help along the way, more people than he could ever hope to count or even name. But Jesse saved him; she came when he called out to her, and she helped him when he wasn't able to help himself. He does love her, and he knows he'll never stop loving her, no matter what obstacles they still have to navigate.

Her gaze seems to fall, and he feels a sense of worry grip him, wondering what's on her mind. It must be his fault, because of his inability to do more than just float along, just existing and not living. She said he shouldn't push himself, but he can't see what else he can do. He has to do something. ]

But it's not enough, is it? You want more, and you deserve more. I should be giving you more.

[ If only he felt more settled. If only he felt like he was really living again. Then, it wouldn't be difficult at all to just walk into a store and find a set of rings for both of them. He'd marry her in a second with no hesitation at all, if not for the fact that he's still trying to ground himself. He's still trying to just live. ]

All right. And after we've done that, we'll find something for you too. [ Something for both of them, if it all goes well. It has to go well. It's gone wrong too many times already, and that has to change now. ]

So, where to now? [ He's realizing he doesn't actually know where anything is around here anymore; things change after thirteen years, and the places Alan might have shopped at before may not even still be around. ]

Alan. [ Jesse's tone is sharp. Precise. Stop.

He's looping again. They've had this conversation already within the last twenty-four hours. How he wants to do more and be more and be alive. How she wants more but is settling for the reality of the situation. They've already decided a plan of action. ]

We'll take it a step at a time.

[ Jesse begins to lead him to a store. Not a major one like Macy's or Nordstrom. A smaller one that seems to simply have the basics. They walk in and are welcomed. She nods and then turns to looks at Alan. ]

Take a look around and see if anything sticks out. Maybe something you remember from before. Or, like it.

[ She says his name sharply and he doesn't quite manage to stop the flinch reaction or the way he instantly looks down at the ground. He knows he started looping again, getting lost in his own worries and fears, but it happens automatically and by the time he realizes he's caught in a loop again, it's too late to call back anything he's said. Maybe he'll never get past this, but he wants to. He wants the looping to stop, to happen less and less often, but so far, that has yet to happen. ]

Okay, I'm sorry. Again. [ He wants to shake his head and scrub his eyes as if that will stop himself from spiraling out, but at least for now, nothing seems to help. ]

It doesn't look too different from what I remember from before. [ His lips turn up into a half smile. ] It's normal, nothing too out there. I guess I thought that thirteen years later, people would have gone a little wild.

[ But what does he know? He's certainly not some fashion expert. Maybe it's good that things haven't changed too much, although that still doesn't clear it up for Alan just what he should choose. Part of him just wants to point at something and pick that, because he just doesn't know where to start.

He starts to walk around the shop, looking at the different things they have for sale, trying to stop himself from thinking about how much this might cost and how much Jesse wants to spend. Then he spots some flannel shirts in different colors, and after a moment's hesitation, he walks over to look at them. ]

[ Part of her feels ripped to pieces that he flinches and looks down. She hates acting like the Director around him. That she has to assert herself to get him to stop and focus. How else can she get him to stop spiraling?

Jesse follows him through the store quietly. She let's go of his hand in order to let him wander as he will. The frustration and agitation is obvious in his shoulders as they move along.

She stops as he moves to the flannels. A glance to the side. Then, she comes up behind him quietly and takes a drink. Green eyes move over the different colors before lifting up to him. ]

[ He said he wants to live, and he does, but there's still a part of him that doesn't remember how to do that yet. This is going to help, because it has to, but he finds himself still at a loss about how to do something as simple as picking out clothes.

At least the flannel shirts are something familiar, and they're comfortable too. He scans the different options, looking at the different colors, and then he spots the price tag.

He looks over his shoulder at Jesse as if wondering if this is really okay with her. Maybe since the clothes are for him, he should see about getting money from his own accounts to pay for things. That's another thing he needs to have settled. ]

What do you think about those?

You were wearing a flannel shirt when we first met. Face to face.

[ Not all the memories are there from the first loop. She does remember the flannel and jeans. He wore it time and time again after that. Maybe it was comfortable, or maybe it was important to him for some reason she never knew. At least a reason he never shared.

A glance at the price tag and she nods. The price is fine. He doesn't have his own income yet. ]

Is there a color you like?

[ « Something tells me that he'll go to the black and white one. » ]

A flannel shirt... [ He knows he has an association, an affinity for flannel shirts. They're comfortable and warm, and they just make him feel good. Safe. Content. Why is that? He has flashes of recollections that could explain that, but they're just flashes. Maybe they were more at one point. ]

Yeah, I remember. When I met you, it was at the sheriff's station and they gave me some clothes from the lost and found. [ He dimly remembers being unsure about wearing someone else's clothes, but weirdly enough, the flannel fit him like a glove, and so he didn't complain.

She asks about the colors of the shirts and if he likes one of them, so his gaze turns back to look at them again. He points to the black and white one, as she guessed, but then he points to a darker green and black one as well. ]

[ Jesse nods slowly. From what she can recall, most of the time Alan had the clothes presumably from the FBI Agents. The little memories she can pull up from the first loop (she thinks) had him in the clothes when they first spoke about ... well, everything.

She gently reaches out to take the two shirts he has selected. Green and black.

« Huh. I don't think I've ever seen him pick those. » ]

Let's look around more. Find some other things for you to try on.

[ Similarly, Alan doesn't remember a lot about those first loops, but he remembers feelings... sensations... Flashes of thoughts he had back then. And he remembers that the clothes he was given were just worn enough that they were broken in and comfortable; not too old, but not brand new either. It made him feel reassured, in a way, although everything around him was as far from reassuring as it could be.

Maybe that, along with a feeling that he can't quite explain, is why he still feels drawn to flannel shirts. Then, Jesse suggests looking around more and finding more clothes, and he just looks around the shop as if unsure where to start next.

Obviously, he needs more than a couple of shirts, so he just slowly moves over to the next rack of clothes that makes sense: jeans. And probably after that, he'll need to find outerwear. ]

Sorry, this probably isn't that interesting to you. [ It was her suggestion, but how interesting can it be watching someone wander around trying to find things he likes? ]

You'd be doing the same thing if I were the one shopping. It's not a bother, Alan. [ She shakes her head. ] Just go to what seems comfortable. Things to wear around the apartment.

[ Jesse follows him but not closely. Enough to give him some space so he can take his time and make his decision. She doesn't want to force or pressure him. He needs to decide these things on his own. She's there to support and maybe direct him... even if she doesn't like the idea of being his director in any sense. ]

See anything else you like?

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If I went with what was comfortable, it'd be nothing but more of those. [ He huffs out a laugh and gives her a small smile. ] That's not really practical, is it? How do people do this?

[ He finds himself hesitating, suddenly unsure how to keep going or what he should look at next, but then his eyes land on some plainly colored t-shirts hanging on a rack and he goes over to them, pulling a couple of them off.

The rack next to them has some shorts that get the same treatment. He's not really sure of anything, but at least t-shirts and shorts are easy enough. ]

What next?

[ He looks down as if surveying himself and then he remembers jeans and other bottoms are a thing as well. ]

I don't want to know how much this is all going to cost.

Well, they're a start. [ Jesse smiles back in an attempt to make him truly laugh. It is a start. The fact he's picked out something of his own is monumental. ] Don't worry about the price, Alan. I can afford it.

[ « It's not like we spend much anyways. Most the time I lived at the Oldest House... so, this is going to be fine. »

Polaris shifts slightly in agreement. ]

You'll need to try them on. Are you going to be okay doing that?

[ She imagines Alan is different sizes than what he remembers--if he remembers it at all. ]

[ Her smile makes his own widen; she just has that effect on him even when he's feeling uncertain what to do or how to feel or... anything. She smiles and it makes him want to smile too. Laughter is something else he's working on, but he likes to think that he'll always be able to smile for her. ]

I know, but- it's not fair that you're having to do everything. I'm going to figure out what happened to what I had before: at least what happened to my accounts. I can't keep letting you handle everything.

[ She says he needs to try on the things that he picked out, and for just a second, his hands curl into the clothes in his hand as a sudden uncertainty latches on. But he can't let that stop him, and he forces himself to nod. ]

Yeah, I'll be fine. I can manage.

[ It's just trying on clothes, right? After walking back into the Dark Place on his own, this is easy. Right? Right. ]

[ « Not a laugh, but, good enough for now. We're making progress today. » ]

I know what happened to them. I... had the Buearu look into it after you were back home. For good. We'll talk about it tonight. Okay?

[ She leads him to the back where the changing rooms are. Jesse pulls the attendant over and quietly explains Alan needs to try clothes on but is suffering from post-traumatic stress. She'll need to wait in the hallway. The attendant nods in understanding, counts the amount of clothes Alan has, then leads him to a changing room. She gently closes the door and Jesse waits in the hall.

Polaris brushes up against Alan's mind. ]

[ He looks at her and he just thinks about how much he loves her. Even though he still feels like he lost part of himself in the Dark Place, he knows he didn't lose the part that loves her more than anything. ]

Wait, you know what happened to them? [ That surprises him; not the fact that she knows, but the fact that whatever assets he had weren't seized or used to pay off any expenses he might have left behind when he disappeared. ] Okay. Talking about it later is fine.

[ He follows her to the changing rooms and waits while Jesse talks to the attendant. Suddenly he feels nervous about this, but there's nothing to be nervous about, right? He tries to keep telling himself that as he's led to a room and steps inside as the attendant closes the door.

Once he's alone, he hesitates. Just one thing at a time, Alan. Remove one thing at a time. He feels Polaris brushing against his mind, and he smiles again. Hi, Polaris. Trying to keep me company or something?

His shirt comes off first, and he stares at the mirror hanging from the wall, looking at his reflection. When was the last time that he looked at himself in a mirror, either clothed or unclothed? He can't remember; the sight in front of him looks foreign to his eyes.

Maybe the Dark Place didn't leave physical scars behind, or if it did, they healed up and became all but invisible, but Alan can't shake the feeling that he looks different.

To try and distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling he feels rising, he starts trying on the clothes, one thing at a time until he's gone through all of them. He doesn't feel different in a physical sense, but the clothes seem to hang looser on him than he remembers. He doesn't remember going through changes in the Dark Place, but then again, it's hard for him to remember a lot about the Dark Place, given how many loops he went through.

The t-shirts are fine; he doesn't mind those being too baggy. The shorts and the flannel shirts are what needs sizing down, so he scoops up all the different clothes and exits the room, heading back out to the hall where Jesse waits. ]

[ Jesse simply nods. It was part of procedure in a way. If Alan Wake were to return to the public eye, then, there would be legalities. Issues. Maybe it was more Jesse trying to handle everything she could so all Alan had to do was focus on recovering from thirteen years in another dimension.

« I underestimated how long it could take. »

She knows what she sees when Alan has shed layers. Obviously, the man she loves. Even more than that is simply the weight he's lost. He's not eating. Of course he will lose weight. That isn't the fault of the Dark Presence or the Dark Place.

« Cause and effect.

Is it bad of me to hope he understands why I'm worried if he sees it in the mirror? »

Polaris shifts but doesn't answer with words. Instead, a feeling comes to his mind. One of simply replying to a request from her host: to make sure Alan remains calm and remembers he isn't trapped anywhere now.

Jesse raises her head once he steps out. ] How did they fit? Did you like them?

[ At first, Alan wasn't in any sort of state of mind to even think about the legalities and about the assets and affairs he left behind, but as time went on after he came home, it began to occur to him that he had some things he had to get settled. Truthfully, thinking about it only made him anxious, but he couldn't ignore it forever. At the time, he just wasn't ready to really think about it, much less handle it. Maybe he's not ready now either, but he's going to have to be sooner or later.

He'd also be lying to himself if he said he wasn't startled by what he saw in the mirror. It's nothing more than cause and effect just as Jesse thought, but to see the results of not eating looking back at him was jarring. Maybe on some level, he pretended not to notice, or he just covered it up with looser clothes to give the illusion of being fine, but without the layers to cover it up, he couldn't pretend it wasn't there.

This has to be why she's worried. Well, one of several things.

Somehow, the admission doesn't make the knowledge of what he needs to be doing any easier. He knows what he needs to do, which is eat like a normal person and live in the real world again, but that's easier said than done. Alan feels his thoughts threatening to spiral as his anxieties rise, and that's when he tries to reach out to Polaris, because he can't go to pieces. He can't start to panic and let himself become overwhelmed, not here in this store. He forces himself to breathe through his nose, almost willing himself to calm down before he rejoins Jesse outside.

Once he's back out in the hall with Jesse, he does his best to appear calm. Normal. Like someone picking out clothes to extend their wardrobe. ]

Fine, I guess. [ Well, that wasn't the answer he was supposed to give. He holds up half of the items he picked out to show her. ] These are fine. [ He does the same with the flannel shirts that he has in his other hand. ]

Maybe they have these in another size. [ He tries to keep his tone level as if what he said is normal and doesn't have anything else attached to it. Seeing himself in the mirror made it clear that she's probably noticed his weight loss, and he can imagine it makes her worry.

I make her worry too much, don't I? ]

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[ Polaris responds with the gentle chime associated to her. A calming sense, as her resonance is far from chaotic. When the Writer spirals, it makes it difficult to channel through him. He needs to be calm and collected.

Alan steps out of the changing rooms and Jesse offers a small smile. One that fades slightly at the site of his demeanor. Something happened, because of course, something happened. Her gaze goes to the clothes in his arms that he holds out that doesn't fit.

« We really can't catch a break. Can we? » ]

Okay. Let's see what we can find.

[ Jesse quietly leads him into the shopping area once more. She locates the items he picked out and sizes them down. A quick glance at him, then the items in her hands, ans she nods. It should be the right sizing. A little big maybe for when he starts to put weight on again.

« If he puts weight on again. »

They move to the check out area and Jesse quietly pays for their items. The bag is handed to him and then she guides him out of the store back onto the September chilled streets. ]

There. Done with that... are you okay?

[ Alan latches onto Polaris's presence like a drowning man latches onto a plank of wood. He needs something to help keep him afloat or the memories he hasn't been able to recall until now might drag him down.

Maybe this isn't even a memory in the strictest sense of the word. Maybe it's less of a memory and more of a feeling... a feeling that he couldn't have while he was in the Dark Place. Maybe there's several feelings associated with it, and he's trying to identify and make sense of all of them.

She might notice that he remains quiet as she moves around finding the clothes he picked out in other sizes. He's still with her, not drifting or drowning, but he's just quiet. His eyes are focused, not far away, but for the moment, silence has settled over him.

That is, until she pays for the items and the two of them leave the store and go back outside. ]

... I'm fine. I just- I remembered something there for a minute.

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