[ He falls quiet at those words, driven to silence by the thread of sincerity in her voice. Their connection makes it difficult to lie, and he can feel that hesitant little curl of hope from her, that little note of certainty, and he frowns down at the ground.
It's easier, moving on. It's easier, being on his own. Not having to worry about pissing folks off. Not having to worry about what other folks think about the life he leads. Not having to give a single shit about the people he hurts along the way. Faraday can live as he pleases, do as he pleases, and all the wounds he inflicts are left to gather dust in his wake.
It's simple.
... and these past couple of months, planning and fighting and healing and living, have shown him just how goddamn lonely he had been.
The silence stretches between them for far too long while he tries to untangle the knots in his chest, in his head, before he finally lets out a long breath. He adjusts the bag on his shoulder, hauling it up a little higher. His head dips a little lower as he takes one hesitant step toward the house. ]
Get back in side. [ Quiet, hoarse. Not an actual answer in the slightest, but his actions speak for him as he approaches. ] 's cold out here, and you ain't dressed for this.
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It's easier, moving on. It's easier, being on his own. Not having to worry about pissing folks off. Not having to worry about what other folks think about the life he leads. Not having to give a single shit about the people he hurts along the way. Faraday can live as he pleases, do as he pleases, and all the wounds he inflicts are left to gather dust in his wake.
It's simple.
... and these past couple of months, planning and fighting and healing and living, have shown him just how goddamn lonely he had been.
The silence stretches between them for far too long while he tries to untangle the knots in his chest, in his head, before he finally lets out a long breath. He adjusts the bag on his shoulder, hauling it up a little higher. His head dips a little lower as he takes one hesitant step toward the house. ]
Get back in side. [ Quiet, hoarse. Not an actual answer in the slightest, but his actions speak for him as he approaches. ] 's cold out here, and you ain't dressed for this.