[There's too much going on in her head. In...his head. In Alan's head. Scott can see that from here, he can see it like he used to see it with Allison. You get close and you just start understanding someone, and maybe this is him recognizing Allison in Alan.
He didn't really want to recognize cold eyes like that, but he sees it. Add he sees Allison, twisted up inside, hurt and angry and ready to take on the world and take it down, all on her own.
He wants to - all his instincts are wrong. He wants to push hair our of her face, or wrap his arms around her, but he can tell he'd have to stand on a chair to be taller than Alan right now.
That doesn't matter. Scott nods, finally, even if something like bewilderment crosses his face at the pet name. It's okay. It's all going to be fine, because it's just a flood. And until it ends - he can at least try to put Alan at ease.]
Yeah, sure. It's fine, I'll bring a few things.
[He's pretty sure he has more options than Lydia's boyfriend pile, after all - and he's not sure he wants to see anything belonging to Jackson around Alan.
Is that weird? He doesn't care.]
Just hang out there. I'll be over in a minute.
[He smiles, careful and gentle and still a little confused. It reaches his eyes. Then he kills the feed, gathers up a whole bunch of stuff - a few pairs of jeans, some tee shirts, shoes and sucks - and carries them to Allison's cabin. He needs both arms to manage it, which is annoying. Bulky and unwieldy things are just....annoying, now. Still, it doesn't take him too long before he's knocking at her door.]
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He didn't really want to recognize cold eyes like that, but he sees it. Add he sees Allison, twisted up inside, hurt and angry and ready to take on the world and take it down, all on her own.
He wants to - all his instincts are wrong. He wants to push hair our of her face, or wrap his arms around her, but he can tell he'd have to stand on a chair to be taller than Alan right now.
That doesn't matter. Scott nods, finally, even if something like bewilderment crosses his face at the pet name. It's okay. It's all going to be fine, because it's just a flood. And until it ends - he can at least try to put Alan at ease.]
Yeah, sure. It's fine, I'll bring a few things.
[He's pretty sure he has more options than Lydia's boyfriend pile, after all - and he's not sure he wants to see anything belonging to Jackson around Alan.
Is that weird? He doesn't care.]
Just hang out there. I'll be over in a minute.
[He smiles, careful and gentle and still a little confused. It reaches his eyes. Then he kills the feed, gathers up a whole bunch of stuff - a few pairs of jeans, some tee shirts, shoes and sucks - and carries them to Allison's cabin. He needs both arms to manage it, which is annoying. Bulky and unwieldy things are just....annoying, now. Still, it doesn't take him too long before he's knocking at her door.]