There's a spark there, Tom can feel it--it's running so hot it's thrumming through his own body, and the excitement he feels from this is transcendental.

It's been a very, very long time. Alan Wake doesn't write here, no one collaborates, but this?

Tom's hold around the creature twitches slightly, tightens, but other than that he's very careful to keep as calm as he's capable of. Best not to startle the deer just learning how to watch. He lets go, fingers lingering across the small of John Doe's back before he makes his way to the fire to re-light it.

"It's a good thing we ran into each other, huh? It just means it was meant to be, man, you and I."