[ He winces at the question, at the hurt in her voice. Barely there as it is, he still hadn’t expected to hear it. Lord, but it’s a change from earlier that same day, flinging ice and fire in a hellish storm of wills. Now, it’s just a quiet ache, like staring out over the wreckage and realizing just how much there is to fix.
If Faraday were an honest man, he’d admit that, no, he hasn’t sensed that same hostility, as in the early days. Not since that quiet moment under the stars. Not since she sat with him in his hospital room while he was drugged to his eyeballs on painkillers. Not since they found one another on the battlefield, their connection flooded by feelings of fear and excitement and battle-rage and worry.
So he doesn’t answer her question. Not directly, anyway. ]
It'd solve a whole lot of our problems if I did, wouldn't it?
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If Faraday were an honest man, he’d admit that, no, he hasn’t sensed that same hostility, as in the early days. Not since that quiet moment under the stars. Not since she sat with him in his hospital room while he was drugged to his eyeballs on painkillers. Not since they found one another on the battlefield, their connection flooded by feelings of fear and excitement and battle-rage and worry.
So he doesn’t answer her question. Not directly, anyway. ]
It'd solve a whole lot of our problems if I did, wouldn't it?