[ A feeling has been stirring inside Alan, and until this exact moment, he had no idea what it was or how to describe it. But now he knows exactly what that feeling is: it's a feeling of wrongness. He's wrong, or he came back wrong, or both. This wasn't supposed to be like this. He doesn't remember how or why he should know that, but that instinct inside him is speaking loud and clear.
He can see it in the way she looks at him, just as he can hear it in her voice. It's disappointment and sadness and he thinks if he looks hard enough, he can see her starting to wall herself off. She was opening up to me once, a long time ago now. Now she's closing off again, and it's my fault.
He doesn't pull away from her, just remaining still as she keeps pressing her face in between his shoulder and neck. He's supposed to be comforting her, but he can tell he's only making her more upset.
I know this is wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to go. ]
So... so it's in everyone's best interest if we work together. If you'll let me. [ She probably isn't looking at him, not with how her face is pressed into his shoulder, but a certain look has slid into his eyes. It's equal parts desperation and longing, but sadness too. Why? Because he can't remember things he shouldn't have forgotten. All he has to do is look at her to know that, even if he can't see her face right now. ]
That's not enough, is it? It's not all that matters to you. [ His hands curl against her frame: protectively? Lovingly? He's not sure which. But there's an urgency in the gesture, a wild sort of desperation to reclaim the memories he's seemingly lost. ]
It's not all that matters to me. [ The only problem is, just knowing they're important to each other isn't enough if the emotions and feelings they felt once aren't attached to that knowledge. ]
I want to get it back... All of it. Everything the Dark Presence took from me. I just- I don't know how. [ The admission comes slowly, as if saying those words out loud is the last thing he wanted to do. ]
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He can see it in the way she looks at him, just as he can hear it in her voice. It's disappointment and sadness and he thinks if he looks hard enough, he can see her starting to wall herself off. She was opening up to me once, a long time ago now. Now she's closing off again, and it's my fault.
He doesn't pull away from her, just remaining still as she keeps pressing her face in between his shoulder and neck. He's supposed to be comforting her, but he can tell he's only making her more upset.
I know this is wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to go. ]
So... so it's in everyone's best interest if we work together. If you'll let me. [ She probably isn't looking at him, not with how her face is pressed into his shoulder, but a certain look has slid into his eyes. It's equal parts desperation and longing, but sadness too. Why? Because he can't remember things he shouldn't have forgotten. All he has to do is look at her to know that, even if he can't see her face right now. ]
That's not enough, is it? It's not all that matters to you. [ His hands curl against her frame: protectively? Lovingly? He's not sure which. But there's an urgency in the gesture, a wild sort of desperation to reclaim the memories he's seemingly lost. ]
It's not all that matters to me. [ The only problem is, just knowing they're important to each other isn't enough if the emotions and feelings they felt once aren't attached to that knowledge. ]
I want to get it back... All of it. Everything the Dark Presence took from me. I just- I don't know how. [ The admission comes slowly, as if saying those words out loud is the last thing he wanted to do. ]