[ emma's quiet as she watches him come over to the bed, and though she's struck by the strangeness of seeing someone who isn't matthew climb into her bed, there's still a small curl of warmth in her chest because it's faraday. it's a sensation that's different from the usual reaction of her mark when they're close to each other, and she finds she appreciates the genuine comfort of a response that's her own and not the compulsion of their bond.
but again, it's not something she's eager to offer up, even if it's bound to bleed into their empathic link.
she finally swings her legs back into the bed, scooting under the blankets and making herself comfortable as she lays back. ]
More than fine, Faraday.
[ she shifts onto her side to look at him, though the space between them feels like a small country, for all that they haven't crossed it. no man's land, after a fashion, and though she wants to reach out, at least touch his arm or his hand, she holds herself back for now. this is...a big change already, and she doesn't want to overwhelm either or both of them in the midst of finding their footing in something new. ]
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but again, it's not something she's eager to offer up, even if it's bound to bleed into their empathic link.
she finally swings her legs back into the bed, scooting under the blankets and making herself comfortable as she lays back. ]
More than fine, Faraday.
[ she shifts onto her side to look at him, though the space between them feels like a small country, for all that they haven't crossed it. no man's land, after a fashion, and though she wants to reach out, at least touch his arm or his hand, she holds herself back for now. this is...a big change already, and she doesn't want to overwhelm either or both of them in the midst of finding their footing in something new. ]
Comfortable enough?