[ Her dismissal is met with a one-shoulder shrug and a flat look, as if to say, That's not the point, though both gestures go unseen as she steps back into the house. At the front step, he hesitates, caught between the feeling of relief that sings through him as he draws closer and that old desire to leave it all behind and seek out new horizons.
But decision already made, Faraday steps through, shutting the door softly behind him with a nudge from his crutch. He stands awkwardly for a long second, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do. Not as though he has any experience seeing these sorts of things through, after all, and he risks a fleeting glance up to her. ]
... Suppose you'll be wanting to get back to bed. [ Slightly stilted, uncertain, and he examines the floor. ] We'll— we'll table this for the mornin'.
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But decision already made, Faraday steps through, shutting the door softly behind him with a nudge from his crutch. He stands awkwardly for a long second, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do. Not as though he has any experience seeing these sorts of things through, after all, and he risks a fleeting glance up to her. ]
... Suppose you'll be wanting to get back to bed. [ Slightly stilted, uncertain, and he examines the floor. ] We'll— we'll table this for the mornin'.