[ Jesse's been trying to rein himself in too. He'd been worried just about asking her on a date, terrified that she'd shoot him down, or worse, not want to see him again at all ever again. The last thing he'd wanted was to come on too strong or scare her off.
So when Harley talks about leaving together, about not wanting to forget him, he just turns to look at her, eyes wide. For a moment he can't even say anything. He feels like his heart's in his throat, in the best way.
Slowly, he shifts his hand in hers to lace their fingers together, squeezing tight. ]
I don't wanna forget you either, Harley.
I...I won't.
[ Somehow, however it takes, he'll make sure of that. Because the alternative, going back to his world and not even remembering that Harley exists, is unthinkable. He swallows hard, eyes still fixed on hers. ]
You really think...they might let us get out of here together?
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So when Harley talks about leaving together, about not wanting to forget him, he just turns to look at her, eyes wide. For a moment he can't even say anything. He feels like his heart's in his throat, in the best way.
Slowly, he shifts his hand in hers to lace their fingers together, squeezing tight. ]
I don't wanna forget you either, Harley.
I...I won't.
[ Somehow, however it takes, he'll make sure of that. Because the alternative, going back to his world and not even remembering that Harley exists, is unthinkable. He swallows hard, eyes still fixed on hers. ]
You really think...they might let us get out of here together?