Something in him flinches. Something else thinks, Is that all?, and a taste like aluminum rises way in the back of his mouth behind the molars. Becomes headache pressure. It takes him a second to name it: Jealousy.
Wake steps wide to avoid the gnarled fingers of a half buried knot of tree roots. Rain flecks briefly at his elbow, the cool bite of the evening air eager to nip at any part that strays too far from his companion. The reminder checks him. Toeing back in her direction with his next step sees that metallic tang on his tongue swallowed down. The headache lingers though. In a strange realization, it occurs to him that he might actually be tired. Physically.
"I'm Alan Wake. I'm a writer." Figures. Even outside the touch of the rain, he has that tortured wet dog look about him.
"And you remember all of it?" The lantern lowers by an inch to illuminate more of her and less of the way forward. "Two years. Consecutively?"
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Something in him flinches. Something else thinks, Is that all?, and a taste like aluminum rises way in the back of his mouth behind the molars. Becomes headache pressure. It takes him a second to name it: Jealousy.
Wake steps wide to avoid the gnarled fingers of a half buried knot of tree roots. Rain flecks briefly at his elbow, the cool bite of the evening air eager to nip at any part that strays too far from his companion. The reminder checks him. Toeing back in her direction with his next step sees that metallic tang on his tongue swallowed down. The headache lingers though. In a strange realization, it occurs to him that he might actually be tired. Physically.
"I'm Alan Wake. I'm a writer." Figures. Even outside the touch of the rain, he has that tortured wet dog look about him.
"And you remember all of it?" The lantern lowers by an inch to illuminate more of her and less of the way forward. "Two years. Consecutively?"